Mom at Aquatic Park in '67 or '68.
Me in the ET shirt and Eric in the Osh Kosh at - that's right - East Park in '82 or '83.
Dad in '92 or '93 with Firecracker (who's now with Brusseau the Younger, and lives right up the road -- I should visit her before she dies of old age...)
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我还没死
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A couple of good causes I'd like to link to this post:
Americans for Cures, because the stem cell revolution is here, and as I write this, two acquaintances (at least) are fighting cancer. And
UNHCR, whom I've mentioned before, but crises continue; for example, scads of children flee gang violence in El Salvador, Guatemala and Honduras every day as I write this.
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He's turning 30 this year (I think), or 29, and moves pretty fast (because the Corps doesn't, as I understand it...) So maybe he's a full-blown Corporal already? Way to go, Sir Mikesalot -- you were never meant to be a terminal E3. (I still want to chew your face off, pretty boy. MARRY ME!)
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