Saturday, August 15, 2009

A Field That Looks Perfect For Wrasslin'...If It Weren't For The Sign

My father always pronounced the word wrestle, like rassle. We had wrasslin' matches when we were kids, not wrestling matches. So when I saw this, even though happened to be in Texas (and we're die-hard New Yorkers), it reminded me of him.

And I love whenever I see a little reminder of my
Daddy.


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1 YEAR AGO:
Come Visit Me In Italy!
2 YEARS AGO:
Asked And Answered
3 YEARS AGO:
L.E.A.P.
4 YEARS AGO:
Can You Hear Me Now?

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