When I look over the pictures we took for the week, some of them feel as if they were eons ago.
Every year on Fourth of July, we trek down to the state capitol to watch fireworks and chat with friends-
and every year is a fantastic time.
1. Making a pretense of shyness or modesty that
is intended to be alluring but is often
regarded as irritating.
Sounds like fun.
Sign me up.
Gigantic vat of homemade tomato sauce.
My wife introduced my son to his first Tastykake this week and I gave him a "Far Side" book to read. He is on the path to manhood.
My wife's new favorite photo of her nephew, who partook in a three-legged race.
Work continues on the homestead. Here they are filling up the walls with concrete.
Here is an interesting one.
Train vs. truck filled with potatoes.
Guess who won?
If they were sweet potatoes I would have been set for life.
My nephew Jack had bite marks all over his legs and advised me that a water cockroach in the pool was to blame. I didn't have the heart to tell him that mosquitoes were the culprits.
Water cockroaches sound so much cooler.
"Well, I got a voice
And I love to sing
I can sing like a bird
And I can sing like a frog
I'm a lonely boy
I ain't got a home."
Clarence Frogman Henry
A very Happy Brewers Birthday to Jack and Ben. May their faces one day don mustaches as boss as those worn by Robin Yount and Rollie Fingers.
Every once in a while, you can still catch the old cartoons from the forties and fifties on display.
Into the Sunset
(fade camera one).
See you next week.