Oct 20, 2015
Thats right. In 1978 we didn't wear shirts when we played football.
Jerseys were for sissy's.
These are my brothers Brett and Chad. I am probably inside watching cartoons.
Those are not helmets either. It is just their hair.
I can almost smell the pads looking at this picture. Whew!
Kinda funny to look at Dad's yard. The trees are so small that you can see the neighbors house. Not now!
Dad's yard is a forest now. We camp in the back part but when we were kids it was like a pasture until the Arbor-man bought it. (AKA Dad)
Dad loves trees.
He and Mom went to the Grand Canyon and Mom said he looked at it for a few minutes and said "Lets go." Mom said "What about a hike to the bottom or something? " "Nope. No trees".
So they left. Just a big hole in the ground he said.
Dads house has lots of mature trees.
Thanks Dad. I love them too.
Oct 19, 2015
I found a folder the other day marked "Not Yet Blogged".
Dad had requested I start posting again so I thought I would start with that folder.
I hope I don't duplicated any old posts but it is a chance I will take.
This beauty from the 70's is me at the zoo. At least that is my guess.
I mean I know what I look like but I am guessing that this is the zoo in Indianapolis.
Now that I look at the picture again I don't know if that is me or not.
I have dark hair.
Well I did have dark hair.
I don't know why Dad would be taking some other kids picture so I assume that is me.
Maybe Mom can clear it up in the comments.
Wait is this the story they tell about the boy who almost fell into the lion cage because he climbed up the exhibit?
We will see