Road Trip Goodies

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My family and I will be leaving for a min-vaca really, really early Wednesday morning so y'all are stuck with Brian for the rest of the week!

Here are three good things about a road trip:

1. It's a change of scenery. Let's face it. I don't get out much. I visit places around my community like the bank, the post office and the YMCA. I go to church, pulmonary rehab, and I occasionally visit docs downtown. I need a change of scenery. We all do!

2. Tasty eats, and treats in the car. When we travel, T and I like to look for yummy places to eat that we won't find in our 'hood. And sometimes, T, who is very particular about his car, will even let us eat snacks and drinks along the way. T says I break this rule all the time, and he's right. I do, and if you are a passenger in the car with me, I will blame you. No kidding.

3. Memory-making with the family. I can't tell you what I got for Christmas in 1977, but I can share memories of our family vacations. Memories like getting a killer sunburn in Florida, riding a cable car in San Fransisco, or the trip to Colorado and the Dakotas when I had the mumps! Quality time spent with the kids is a good thing!

So see ya later gators, enjoy your week!

Play Ball!

It's my turn to talk a little bit about baseball. This weekend, my son went to his very first White Sox game with his daddy. Contrary to Brian's previous post, just my son is the Sox fan in our family. We somehow attribute this to his late great-grandpa who was a south sider. Who knows?

My guys had an awesome time at the Cell! Here's why:

1. Free Sox jersey! Let's face it, when you can get anything for free, that's a good thing. My son was one of 10,000 kids to get a free jersey when he entered the park.

2. Great seats! My guys had excellent aisle seats near the third base line. They were even featured on the Jumbo-tron, and they might have been on TV, too.

3. Quality time (and good eats!) The guys spent the entire day together. They ate hot dogs, drinks, Italian ice, and cotton candy at the ball park followed up by burritos and tacos on the way home.

The Sox lost the game 7-3 (boo!), but it was a winning day for a nine-year-old boy and his dad.