I was fortunate to spend Saturday with my son and my dad in Tuscaloosa for the Alabama game. Jack loved it. I love that he loved it.
Jack & my dad
As a 1993 graduate, it hurt a little that so few people visited Coach Stallings’ statue.
As close as we could get to Coach Saban’s statute.
He heard the chime at noon.
Stayed for the entire game. Never complained about being cold, which is more than I can say for myself.
Has it really been five years since we celebrated the five-year anniversary of our 10-year reunion? (You see what I did there, Erica? If you make small numbers, it doesn’t hurt as bad.)
City Cafe. Always great.
“Noooo-ah! I didn’t break it!”
Maybe if we stare at it.
If you take away the iPad and the cash, nothing has changed.
I really don’t have any words.
The peace sign is ALWAYS cool!
A Nintendo 64 short of a Tecmo Bowl Tournament.
One day we’ll listen to Maria.
Palmer Hall, where we all met.
Me, Ray, Ted, Jeff.
Why didn’t we let the lady clean the room?
Jeff let his guard down.
Nothing beats a turnover. Good to see Abdul.
Happy, happy, happy plates!
Ted got a shave at the historic Northport Barber Shop. #Fancy