Realization: I like nothing about cold weather. I want to go to Miami.
I Want to Go to Miami…and Stay
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Throwing Down Our Gang Signs
The Serious Shot
Sheryl With the Boys
The Whole Family
Hi, it's me, the guy whose name is at the top of the page. I'm the grinning dude in the middle of many of these pictures. Those are my boys Dan, Matt, and Steve. They're taller than me now, and take every chance to show me. What can I say? I'm shrinking. Sheryl puts up with all of us. She's been known to say "Boys!" from time to time.-
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Midwest.
No Hurricanes except in bars
Cool, and when not in Miami, you can come visit me at my beach house in Malibu!
Pax…that will be great…we can fly coast-to-coast, and we can sit by the pool and drink fancy drinks with little umbrellas in them. Let's get started on that now that I'm thinking about it.
But what of your Chicago roots? Philly is just the minor leagues when it comes to cold weather, isn't it?
Howard…LOL…I'm just plain old getting old. Cold goes deeper in my bones than it used to.
If you are moving to Miami, I would suggest you get rid if those shoes you got at Nordstroms … you know the ones playing the leading role in your “Shoestrings” video … anyway, get rid of them and head on over to Sears for some nice shiny white vinyl loafers. Heck, while you are there you may want to pick up a matching belt!
I had those matching white shoes and white belt during my disco phase in the
1970s. I had a quiana shirt, too. Maybe I'm regressing. Actually, I just
want warm weather. Bring it on!
Quiana …… LOL