Twenty April Seventeen

Today is less of a family photo and more of a lifestyle photo. And by lifestyle I mean, it’s what we keep track of here on the mid-Atlantic seaboard ’cause it can really mess with your lifestyle: hurricanes. Though...

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Seventeen April Seventeen

This is a sad day. I could tell you about the language I used when I found this- my baseball card collection. But I won’t. It’s enough to say that a gallon of distilled water had been dripping on it for months. The...

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Fifteen April Seventeen

My aunt sent this little montage of photos via text this afternoon. That one on the far right, with the little spike in the front, I still remember the barbershop (which I think is closed down now) where I got the stick of hair...

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