Flying back from New Mexico a few weeks ago, I flew over the Grand Canyon en route to CA. As I gazed at the marvelous work of the river, it reminded me of pictures that I haven't pulled out for a while. Man that was a long time ago. Rocking the rubber diapers I'm pretty sure. Our family had many trips throughout the years, all of them interesting in their own right. At the time I had mixed feelings. L.A. Jr. loved to take us to random tourist spots. I think it was his own vacation at times, but we hit up some really cool places also.
ISome spots I don't really want to remember because of the difficult memories and some I want to because it helped me mold me into the man I am today. As much as we traveled all over the place, I was able to explore America. It helps me as an aging teacher, to describe to my students firsthand some details of various places throughout the country. Looking at the pictures it also reminded me my closest buddy and also how cute I used to be. Whatever happened to the cuteness. I miss that :)
