Dance Fever
Who says a little white boy can't dance?! So I think its officially not summer anymore here, finally. After being 87 this weekend, I got my final day in the pool. But it is Minnesota, so anything can happen. We were in Park Rapids for the weekend, and my uncle John took a bunch of photos. He is going to email them to me, and then I'll pass them on to you, so sorry for the delay on those. Mom was not into taking picture because everyone else was. These are what she came up with - here, here, and here. See? Worthless. Looks like we didn't have any fun at all, but boy did we ever.
Nine-day wonder,
HAJ
2 comments:
i would keep an eye on the whereabouts of this photo, henry. there is serious potential for embarrassment with girls or, even worse, at a high school graduation ceremony down the road...just a suggestion, buddy. looking out for you... tash
p.s. glad to hear you had a blast with the fam! both sides of your clan are well-known for having a good time, so i'm not surprised, but it's still nice to hear!
Henry, I think you've had a growth spirt. You appear about 4 feet tall to me in this photo. :-) We can't wait to see you next month for your uncle Deek's wedding. (Yes, DEEK. That's what your Mama and I call him - college times, enough said.)
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