Souvenirs
Number Three Son recently returned from a golfing trip with his grandparents. They traveled around Florida and up into southern coastal Georgia hitting a few courses and making a few tourist stops along the way.
And of course, when there’s a trip, souvenirs usually follow. Number Three thoughtfully killed two birds with one stone, combining my love of both kitschy knickknacks and coffee into this particular winner:

But the one that really floated my boat (or submerged it in this case), was this:

As it turns out, Number Three visited the St. Mary’s Submarine Museum in Georgia and found a patch with my Dad’s old boat, the USS Cubera.… Read the rest

A short survey early on this frosty morning:

With the recent day of mourning in honor of
We’re heading back to “The Gateway City” for Game 3 of the World Series on Tuesday night. Not surprisingly,
I made clear my citizenship in the Cardinal Nation in
Baseball is one of those sports where King Superstition reigns supreme. Just to prove the point, I’ve intentionally avoided mentioning baseball and my team, the St. Louis Cardinals, on this blog for fear of jinxing my boys.