The year started with another wonderful snowstorm. On the first day of shoveling my Dad played the comedian.
In February I was on watch for snipers.
In March I began baseball tryouts with my Dad Joe's help. Dad knows baseball.......
At Easter we were in warm Bluffton, South Carolina.
I just chilled in our back yard on a warm May day.
In July we and our surf boards were ready for the beach on Hilton Head Island.
At July's end we flew back to Maryland. Papa drove our luggage north.
Thank you for visiting,
Luke Anthony.
My cousin Logan and I enjoyed exploring atop Fort Sumter with Charleston city visible on the Horizon.
At Brant Lake, New York we fished the Adirondack mountain streams for brook trout with our Uncle Lee. We've been told moose are now being seen in our area. Many don't believe it.
You have to be tough to endure a miscast lure when fishing Papa's lagoon.
(At Savannah airport.)
(My Dad Joe, my Mom Wendy, my brother Tony & Me in Grandma & Papa's back yard.)
(Me, my brother Tony and my dad with our new pet turtle.)
(My grandma Pat, Logan, me, Harrison, Reagan and Tony.)
My cousin Logan and I and Papa "antiqued" in Vermont at summer's end.
The summer crabbing was great. My brother Tony was proud of his huge crab.
The best way to visit Savannah, Georgia is first pass through its International Trade Center.
We visited Schenectady, New York and the home where our Grandma Pat grew up on Curry Road extension.
In the Fall we enjoyed the Rennaissance Festival near Annapolis, Maryland.
(My Mom Wendy and me.)
In November we tried to introduce our friend Brittany's dog Jackson to our two Tonkinese cats. It didn't work.
At year's end we went Civil War relic hunting in Maryland. I dug a Union Calvary horse shoe and Logan dug a Union soldier's stove top lid.
