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ManHead and I made the annual pilgrimage to the 2007 Saint Louis Auto Show this year. I sorta called him about it last minute and was delighted when he said he would make the trip. It's become something of a tradition with us. He also came this weekend to help us celebrate L.W.'s birthday. The show started off very well because we didn't have to pay for admission. Seems that we "accidentally" snuck in. It was an accident. Really. We were just trying to get out of the cold (it's that whole Icy Death Grip that we've had so much of) and followed some other folks into a side door. Next thing we noticed Voila! we were out on the floor. I did have a little fun confronting and scaring the people we followed in though. Well, below is the annual Car Show slide show. Enjoy!
We're still in the Icy Death Grip of Winter. He simply won't let go of us this year. We had yet another snow--and this one was excellent for packing. Snowballs and Snowmen were the rule. I had neither the time nor inclination to take part in such endeavors; however, there were some neighbor kids who did. I harkened back to a time when my own were younger and we would make "Big Tex" every year. Tex was a 6-footer with a big red cowboy had and a red bandana. He really stood out in these parts. Well, this ain't no Big Tex, but a very nice effort, nonetheless.
Once again this year I'm coaching an Upward Basketball team. First and Second graders. Upward is a great program because it's focused on playing, having fun, developing skills and developing character. It's also dedicated to sharing the Gospel message. The practices can get somewhat grueling--10 boys for one hour. But when you see the progress they make, and take what they've learned in practice and apply it during the games, it's truly gratifying. In the shot to the right, I told them to make their best "tough guy" pose.
Well, the first part of the Winter was warm, gentle and mild. We were all lulled into a state of complacency as we herarlded and rejoiced in Global Warming's tender embrace. Those were the salad days--no waking up at 2:00 a.m., no 16-hour shifts watching the weather, no fretting. I was the master of my domain. Then came Winter's Icy Death Grip. It has been three weeks of below normal here in the Midwest. Much badness. As if life weren't hectic enough--what with L.W. laid up. But...on the upside, it sure is pretty.
It's been about three weeks now since L.W.'s tragic mishap, and she's coming along nicely. She was released from the hospital shortly after Christmas and is upstairs healing and awaiting her second surgery. When the swelling is down enough, she'll go under the knife again to have a metal plate put in her ankle--and she'll get the pins and rods taken out. It's been a slow three weeks for her as she's used to being "on the go". But, at least I try to cheer her up with my breakfast sunshine. Hey, there's no reason why your breakfast can't smile at you.