Tonight, we gathered at
the farm for a dinner with my folks and a night watching fireworks.
Every year, we were able to watch
Rhythm & Booms from the top of the hill. We would tune to the correct radio station and watch the synchronized fireworks display...talk about cool. This year, we added a new spice to the recipe: Dad's pond...
Dad's pontoon.
We made our way to the pond, in an area which used to be a sand/gravel pit, which used to be farmland...and that's just in my lifetime. I'm sure it could have been a mountain range, or even a disco hall, at one time.
At first, I thought my father a fool for having a pontoon boat in a piddly 3-acre pond. Upon learning that he named the boat the
S.S. Uff Da, I knew my feelings were justified. I must admit, however, that it is quite relaxing to bob upon the water and
watch the sun set, and I understand his obsession.
I will leave you with a parting photo, more stories to follow including all there is to know on
Feathers-Fall-Slowly. But, for now,
this will have to do. Clearly, my mother's revelation, whatever it was, was way over my head.
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Through artful conversational technique, it was told that Miles' mother is Native American...he says only about an eighth or so. Still, neither Mom nor I were overly surprised, as Milly has that telling regal handsomeness to her features. Through fu
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