It's where I learned to appreciate that life doesn't have to be lived foot-to-the-floor every second of the day. If this picture is any guide, history has an amazing way of repeating itself.

A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
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All that aside, it's a damn good photograph, just as a photograph.
ReplyDeleteAll of those things and thoughts you had as a young man, are coming to pass once again, isn't it nice sometimes just to see through the looking glass at your past, Now as father, you are able to share those things with him, and live through his life as well. Family means alot to you. That is a gift.
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