Friday, October 3, 2008

Pug

Steve drove in on his Harley and we spent the afternoon reminiscing about growing up as "pipeline kids". We spent a summer during college working underneath PPL Pier 1 with a needle gun and cans of red lead paint. Probably what dropped my IQ by 60 points... or maybe it was the beer. Whatever... He reminded me of the time we decided to address each others father as Frank and Tony (instead of Uncle Tony and Uncle Frank). Bad idea... He's a police officer in Auburn and field dresses around 280 pounds. Bet he doesn't get any lip from the bad guys. Sam n' Lu didn't take their eyes off him...

Some great fall weather on the lake...



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