This is my mother. Julie. She had had enough of “the point” at this particular time. It was near midnight. Pitch dark. We had taken our rental golf carts in the Bahamas to the point of the island on which we were all staying: Abaco. The stars there are brighter than you can imagine. We were having a great time. Julie was ready to go. We left.
Eva and I ran an 8K yesterday. It was hosted by the German military representatives working on Ft. Bliss. They did native German dances. One of the dances had the German men chopping and cutting a large log which served as the impetus for the following classic exchange:
Me: “Only Germans would incorporate work into their dance.”
Unnamed Friend: “Haven’t you heard? Arbeit macht frei.”
The photos today are of a feral dog which Eva named Rufugus, and of a house next door to my mother-in-law’s beach house in Norfolk.
That title is merely factual. Eva has a friend named Jill, and her husband routinely introduces her as his “current wife.” Again, merely a statement of fact. I’m all about facts. Like this one for instance.
My current wife would likely tell me not to use this title at all. Fortunately for me this is my little digital fiefdom and i therefore write what I wanteth.
The following are, not surprisingly, the promised shots from my buddy Mike’s recent wedding in Nashville. If you didn’t read my little write-up on this shindig before, then just go ahead and scroll on down a bit. In addition to being keen on facts, I’m also keen on brevity.
And last but not least: the Bride.
