We all have our family traditions. Believe it or not, one of my most cherished memories is getting “firsties” when my Da (Grandpa) opened a beer. When we got older we would take him a cold beer while he worked in the yard. I promise you that it was only a sip, and a rare treat to share with our Da.
And here I am with my mass of golden curls and our family Impala. I had very long hair until my son Chad was born and I just couldn’t deal with the upkeep anymore.
Well, onward and upward! Here’s to the next 50!
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