Grandson Jack (one of the twins) had a very successful baseball season with his team placing first in their division and going on to play in the city championship tournaments last Saturday and Sunday. That's Jack in the red batting helmet. His little brother wandered up to the bench to get some brotherly love. They are 8 and 3.
Daddy and Mason were the announcers for the games. The Astros came in second, just barely losing a heart breaker in the championship game.
I must say, it was tough not to be there!
My medical situation involved several tests over a couple weeks and eventually a biopsy. I waited another week for the results of the biopsy ... and waited ... waited ... waited. Happily, the verdict was: benign. And the consensus: we will keep an eye on it. Not fun.
This weekend we needed to get out of the house, away from medical stuff.
Friday night The Tams, a 60s beach band, was playing in Georgetown at Shaggin' on the Sampit.
The daddies of these guys were pretty famous in their day, even had a couple national hits. Of course you've heard "Be Young, Be Foolish, Be Happy" haven't you??
It was hotter than blazes and the bugs were biting, but these guys were dancing fools. I don't know how they didn't pass out.
Saturday night we headed to the beach to sit and commune with the full moon.
I'll leave you with a little music from The Tams.
On your feet everyone!
Let's (with apologies to my British friends for whom shagging does not mean dancing) shag!
P.S. More about my book next time.