My husband and our first born, Bryan, went on a road trip to visit our second born now living in Florida. Enroute, they made some wonderful stops.
Bryan in front of our Richmond, VA home where both boys were born. It's a 1906 Edwardian brick town home in an historic district known as The Fan. My husband completely renovated it top to bottom. We lived there ten years. He was happy to see the place in beautiful condition just as we left it.
In the Everglades. My husband took the Alligator Alley route from east to west to show Bryan where his great uncle once lived, built and rented air boats back in the 60's & 70's. My husband's uncle was once the Florida state pistol champion. He was a character out of a movie: hard drinkin', loud, into doing "man"ly things like moonshining, hunting, shooting, etc. I met him once. He really was a character.
Son #2, Fletcher, snapped by his girlfriend and taken from Facebook. He's moved into what my husband calls "a tear down with a million dollar view". He lives in a little apartment on the water in Naples. He is fifty feet from the beach and has a second floor balcony view to die for. The building may be hurricane damaged or similar but he's happy as hell.
