Friday Flashback

Shortly before I got that wonderful early retirement thing from the Ninth Judicial Circuit my son decided he wanted to marry someone from Florida. She arrived via bus with a little year and a half old kid and they lived with us in G-Burg. That little kid, Michael, was a dandy and we spent a lot of time together.

I have posted pics before of us wandering around town, he on his little toy ATV I got him and me trying to keep up. We covered the town like a cold sweat. Even had to order another battery just in case one would die out while we were blocks from home.

He loved trains and we spent a great deal of time at the depot watching them as they swooshed by. We would be gone hours exploring.

It was a fun time. We were inseparable. But eventually it would end. Brendan joined the Army, and they went with him to Clarksville. Tours in Iraq didn't help with their marriage and it withered, they were just kids themselves. She eventually returned to Florida and my time with Michael was over. But before it fell apart they had a kid of their own, Alhanna Jade.

This picture was taken last month. Michael is going to be 17 next week.

"If I could save time in a bottle…"

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Summer Swim

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Flashback Friday

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