It'd been about a year since we passed this same tank at the VFW in Blackville. The Lads are 'bout as big as the tank this time.
Cool old abandoned home in Barnwell.
The Lads chill at the one park bench in downtown Williston, SC. What a view! Not only can you see both of the town's dollar stores AND the Hardee's, you're also only a stone's throw from the Ford dealership. Nice!
A five mile frolic off of Interstate 20 brought us to Harlem, Georgia, the birthplace of Oliver Hardy, and home to the Laurel and Hardy Museum. We got there in time hang out with a group of touring second graders, and watch a short film of the famous 1920's and 30's era comedians. In one scene, a cat is sent running. One of the kids asked, "You mean they had cats back then?"
We arrived at Sewanee in time for one of many mini-parties. This one was at his residence house.
Davis and his gal.
Davis' sister (and my daughter), Caroline (right), with friend Allie.
Caroline and Allie in front of the DuPont Library. This is how I generally looked in the study carrells at Sewanee.
At the coffee shop I met former classmate and Purple Tiger team-mate Joey Lamonica and his daughter, Katie, who is now a junior at Sewanee.
Here come the graduates. Davis hoists his diploma high.
One of the many beautiful views from the Mountain.
Oh, and here's the Cheetoh.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
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You found your pics! Congrats. And way to go on raising the crumbcrunchers.
Thanks, John. Still got lots to do on three more of the ankle-biters, though.
Speaking of biting, try biting some of my healthy chips instead of those cheezetoes!
-Dean Karnazes
Dean, "healthy chips" is an oxymoron (but thanks for stopping by, er, Chase?)
Great pics. You must so proud of Davis.
What about the cheetoh? I missed that one. BTW...I miss those..they were my favorite salty snack. Cheese doodles that is.
Oh and the old house, I would have been so tempted to explore the inside...looked dangerous but would have been so cool to see what was left behind.
Thanks, Tam. We did go right up to the house, but it seemed to be abandoned, so we left it. As to the salty cheese snack: See the Cheetoh through the eyes of an adolescent male, and you'll figure it out (but it's probably better not to go there).
I had a dream the other night that we adopted a one-year old Weimaraner pup...and named him "Swanee." Not the same spelling, but weird anyway.
I actually heard a quite rural roundish woman chastise one of her offspring in, naturally, Walmart, and exhale with "Well, I swanee". Obviously, Sewanee/Suwanee/swanee is a versatile term, Star.
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