Above is my son. I call him T-Mike. This photo was taken at a party we went to on Saturday. Guess who was the life of the party?

My son gets his middle name from my grandfather, Michael (Mike), who is in the hospital right now with chest pains. My mom tells me he is OK and should come home today. Still, if you want to know why I have that stitch in my stomach today, that is why. He is in his 90s, after all.

Pappy, we have a wedding to go to on Saturday. I expect to see you there. T-Mike says so. 🙂