I spent four days in Florida where my dad, his side of the family, and his restaurant all live. It had been about a year since I had seen all of them and it was so great! I was almost disappoined that "Hurricane Ernesto" lived up to it's lame name and only rained a little over one day. That cost me a day in the sun. I needed tanning time man! Norway is not cutting it for this requirement.
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My Dad, Great Aunt Joe, and Grand Uncle Will. (He prefers being called "grand").
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Best restaurant, ever. No really, I mean it.
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My Dad laughing, one of the greatest, warmest sounds I know.
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Brandon wants people to know that peeling an apple is what the average American guy, like him, does at night. See: we eat more than just junk.
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My aunt Leslie
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Uncle Sandy
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The fabulous New Smyrna Beach at night. The sky was incredible, one of those things you can't record on a camera, you just have to remember and keep going back to remember other important things.