For some reason, that utterly escapes me, the boys been wanting to go hunt frogs. On Sunday afternoon, while I was at work (which I will be a lot this coming month), Jenny took them to the creek by the Glick Road pool. The amazing thing was how almost a dozen other kids from the pool spontaneously joined in the search for their own frogs. At the end of the search they captured no frogs, but isn't it the journey that makes them richer?
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Here are the postcards that were sent to Michael and Alex's grandparents and greatgrandparents via Cardstore.com. I think of them as a mixture of public relations and propaganda. Read enough of their lives, and you can consider yourself a virtual grandparent/aunt/uncle. There are worse things.
Postcard Archive
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- Froghunt
- The Karate Kid
- Message From A Bottle
- Good bye Mr. Wiffle
- Molly Gorman Memorial Baseball
- Summer is giving way to Autumn
- Hardly Working
- Chopsticks
- Frozen Ice, Flavored with Colorful Syrup
- First Practice
- They remind me of ...
- Curious George
- Fearless Attack on the Ocean
- Sandlot Baseball
- Loves the Dodgers!
- Rides May Turn Your Stomach, but Heroes Save the W...
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About Postcardarama
- Robert A Patton
- Dublin, OH, United States
- Robert A Patton is the father of two wonderful boys, Michael and Alex. In many ways they represent all that is good in their father and his love for them is without bounds.
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