Brit’s team lost a heartbreaker in the final seconds of their morning game, but bounced back and won the second game. Brit scored all three goals.

Brit’s team won the first game of the tournament 3-1. The championship game is on Monday at 4:30, so the pool and BBQ’d hotdogs may be in jeopardy.

My niece and nephew had the time of their lives at the Angels-Red Sox game. After wiping the pine tar off his hands on Albert Puljos’ pants, Kaden was invited into the dugout and given Puljos’ signed batting gloves. I would’ve had an aneurysm if that happened to me when I was a kid.

The warehouse portion of our new office is nearly complete.

Combines my interest in historical figures and cemeteries.

Neil Diamond. The Entertainer. This show was the 40th anniversary of his Hot August Nights show at the Greek. Even at 71, the man put on a great show. He dedicated “Coming to America” to his mom, Rosie, who was at the show celebrating her birthday. When I was in college, my buddies and I followed around a Neil Diamond impersonator from bar to bar where he’d sing passionately to ten to twenty drunk Milwaukeeans. The real Neil Diamond was nearly as good as that guy, and believe me, that’s high praise.

We still have two more burgers to go complete number 28, but the burger from Laurel Tavern should be on every list. Best burger I’ve ever had.

Hemingway enjoyed his bone marrow.

The Vegas write-off.

Took a break from the tables to see Jersey Boys. Enjoyed.

I don’t care what it looks like, Hemingway misses us tremendously.

Fresh off the boat sushi at Blue Ribbon Restaurant in the Nevada desert. Great times we live in.

Our luck is bound to change.

The new office/warehouse is currently under construction.

The coolest addition to my watch collection. A pocket watch that belonged to my grandmother’s uncle, Dominick Ziek. Thank you, Aunt Ona.

Surprisingly very good.

In the blink of an eye. Dropped Brittany off at school today for the first day of her Senior year.

Despite being a few subs short, Brit’s team fought through the hottest weekend of the year to win their 3rd tournament over the last four played. Brittany scored nine goals in four games, but was unhappy she couldn’t find the back of the net in the final half of the championship game. Glass half empty, just like her dad.

I wrote a screenplay about a New York City bike messenger. He picks up the wrong package and suddenly everyone wants him dead, especially a rouge police officer. It was read at every production house, but we never secured a deal. Wonder if this guy read it, because I count three exact scenes in the trailer alone.

Sonia and I enjoyed a long lunch to watch the women win gold in Soccer.

Unpleasant.

Hopefully this is just the first scholarship offer.

Not the way I wanted to spend my Sunday. Hemingway couldn’t walk on his right leg, so we took him to the vet for an examination. Although the X-rays showed no fractures, they did show that his pelvis never healed correctly from some trauma that occurred before we adopted him, so he’s highly prone to injuries. He’s on bed rest this week, so no ball.

Great dinner at Animal.

Considering Brittany loved it, I’ll refrain from giving my thoughts. The sushi beforehand was great.

My last Alaska post. Focus must return to the grind.

Whenever I visit Gustavus, driving my grandfather’s truck is always a highlight. Nothing like the rumble of a big Dodge Ram, manual transmission diesel.

Gustavus is home. It took 15 years to show Sonia and the kids, but it was well worth the wait for all of us. My Aunt Aimee was the hostess with the mostest. The Washington side trip to see my Aunt Ona, sister Michelle and her family was icing on the cake.

With views like this, TV was hardly missed.

Aunt Ona’s house.

Great Grandparents

Bubble gum alley

A rite of passage. Devin’s first beer at a ballpark.

Drove to Kirkland, WA to visit my sister in her home for a change. Cousins, both human and canine, enjoyed a great day together.

My grandfather passed away six years ago today. He was buried the cowboy way in the garden next to my grandmother on an unusally warm and sunny day by Gustavus standards. After the memorial, my cousin and I took turns shoveling dirt onto his casket until the large hole was filled. Flowers soon grew in the dirt, but the final resting place of my grandparents was not quite complete… Until today. On a warm and sunny day nearly identical to that day six years ago, my Aunt Aimee hung the wooden plaque memorializing my grandfather’s life.

Remembering our kayak trip in Glacier Bay. Have a great 36th.

We ventured off to Glacier Bay National Park to hike the Bartlett River hike, however Hemingway didn’t tell us he wasn’t allowed to go. Despite being just a few yards from completing the hike, one of the park rangers nabbed us. The ranger recognized my name as my grandfather’s and began reminiscing about his meetings with him and his contributions to the park. He even told us he was living in my grandfather’s former house….. He still gave us a ticket.

Couldn’t find a better hammock if I tried.

I’ve been scratching my name into this downed plane for over thirty years. And now the kids finally made their mark. If you want to know more about the crash, click here.