
Steve, Jen and Harold have headed over to the coast for some family camping in Morrow Bay. Tomorrow Nathan and I will hit the road to join them. Anthony and Jaime follow up on Friday. Campfires, marshmallows, ocean air and Uno.... here we come!


In the spirit of Christ the greatest hero is the humble servant.
This mothers day was harder than normal for me. I just found this picture while sorting through a box looking for "black and whites". It's strange that I feel closer to my Mother now than when we lived so many miles apart. Guess that's because I know she is here with me. (another story for later). I really believe she is looking out for me now more than she could before. Although I do miss our phone conversations. Just one more would help me try to understand her estranged relationship with my Grandmother. In this picture we are at the Man Full of Trouble Tavern in Philly (1966). A museum my Grandmother managed. Maybe someday I'll have a picture of the next three generations of woman together.

