Last Sunday I hit the road to Clio to hang out with my brother, seen
here in his natural state.
Being the Crampton that I am, I showed up a bit early. I visited the apartment building in which my late Great Aunt Della used to live, and I drove by the house that I spent the first nine years of my life in. I found myself overwhelmed by nostalgia and a surreal connection to my generational past.
The visit with Joe was almost as surreal. After checking out his entry for the 89X TV commercial, we hit a restaurant with a pirate theme in Frankenmuth. The front was filled with the over 60 set dancing to live polka. The back was filled with people in Ren Fest garb. We sat directly between them.
I need to hang out with Joe more often.