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A Walk In the Park and Then Good-Bye To The Kids - Part 1

Lindsay, Brendan's Ex, who lived in Canada for a couple years and then moved an hour away from St. Pete in North Port, was, once again, infected or inflicted with wanderlust. She decided to move to Oregon for reasons I am still unclear. Apparently she doesn't like Florida. Well, who does, except it is warm when Illinois is getting 18 inches of snow.

But I digress. Anyway, she has decided to leave the support and warm embrace of family, oops, I digress again, and strike out on her own to find whatever it is she is looking for. OK, editorial comments over. She is leaving Michael here with family to finish out the school year, but taking Alhanna and Logan with her.

We met one last Sunday afternoon at the Park in downtown St. Pete and then out to eat. The next few days will chronicle that afternoon.


Miss Alhanna and Drew on the playground rock.




Sittin' by the dock of the Bay.
                                                     Chase me! Chase me!


                                                  Alhanna needing a hug.





And so, after a romp in the park, off we go to Applebee's for a final farewell.

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