Trip to Michael's House -- Dec 25th - 27th
It is Christmas Day in the Deep South. It is well below freezing as we
make our way through Alabama.
We stop for lunch
at Cousin Ginger's place.
Keddie crawls through the culvert and now he smells like shit.
Bad dog.
We travel through
Atlanta towards SC.
Keddie gets along just
fine with Winston and Duke, l-r.
This is my brother Michael with his oldest child, James.
James got a football costume from his grandparents. I gave him a book in German.
This is Marshall Jackson,
the younger son.
Some people call him Michael Jackson, as in the famous beer expert.
Others call him Marshall Tucker.
Duke is a good dog.
Winston is also a good dog, but has a stupid expression.
Duke.
Today I went to Forks and drooled on the cymbals.
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