My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Tuesday, September 12, 2006

9/11 AT MILE ZERO

Some thoughts on turning 40 at MILE ZERO..took me forty years to get here...time to reset the trip-meter...now I have 40 years to get back...halfway...and not yet past the point of no return...if I start now.

Here's hoping that the trip back will be just as great!

Some PICTURES of Key West!
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Melody said...

Fantastic pics! It looks so nice there. I am happy you and Mary had a good time. Thanks for the call!

XOXOOXOX Melody

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