Time, she do erase.

Sorry for the long time gone. Lot to catch up on...the world lost a champion March 29, Martha DePrato Paul, passed on aged 89. Thats Michael grandmother, and her funeral was the day before her daughters Jans one year anniversary of passing. Been awful sad around these parts, but only because we miss them so. Martha won 7 state championships coaching girls sports in Louisiana. Two in Basketball (back to back in 61 and 62), two in softball and two in Track and Field. They named May 11th "Martha Paul" day in Ferriday. She was a genuine tough cookie from the word go. Love you Gammie.

Martha & Jan, this is my Mom and Grandma.


So many pretty flowers.

I flew down for the funeral and the Mississippi was doing a bit of its typical flooding.

But the mudbugs were still biting.

Back to Colorado.....Mothers day hikes are the best.

The Rapids kicked off again somewhere in all this, beating David Beckham to pieces, and we were there as usual, as we have season tickets this year.

Then some family came in from New Yawk to visit family here. We love Patrick and Tommy.


The snugglebuggles.

Finally a damned vacation without a funeral, and back to Louisiana, 1rst off to New Orleans and then to Grand Isle for a week (plus!) of fishing and eating and drinking and swimming.

Some male model we saw on the ferry to Algiers.



Hoping not to step on blue crab..

Capitan Joel


Lookout Mae.
Fisherwoman, throw it back.


After setting crab pots..

the whole coonass contingent on the Cajun Riviera


Shrimp was right out of the water... o yeah...


Shark! But the only thing dangerous about this one was his smell.


Grand Isle Grave Yard.

Best Buds, Enola and GranKat

The Inheritance


And then back home for our first sprained wrist...

La Cucaracha Nada el Charco

Merry Christmas to All....from Mariachi Vasquez and all of us...


But before all that silliness, it was Chelski vs Arsenal.

Arsenal wins! See Bobs "O" face for proof....

Morons United, and a couple Man U fans..
Christmas meant a road trip this year, no ordinary road trip either. The Monday before we left Enola got the flu, Tuesday Christa got the flu. I had to work late to get caught up for break and vacation. Nothing got done until Friday, when they admitted defeat and went to the doctor. Christa had Strep throat and the girls each had a case of Pink Eye. Some pills & injections later and every one felt road ready so we finished errands and peeled out on Saturday, for two days straight on the road. Denver, Colorado to Natchez, MS. 1400 miles, we got there just in time for Audrey to come down with flu on Xmas eve. That lasted until the very day we left. But even with all that it was a wonderful holiday spent with family.

Enola and the Fat Man, Christmas eve...

Grandma Kathy....



Pockets full of candy..check. Hyper glycemic eye glazing..check. Surly and semi-coherent attitude..check...then it must be time for Christmas.

Xmas morning......

Warzone mid destruction.

She really is sweet on occasion,



Disneyland or New Orleans?


the 'sippy.
Red eye reduction does not always work.


Cool Stevie Nicks statue in New Orleans,

Our Merry Maid,

The Hotel Courtyard...LOOK!....OMG..its Harry Connick Jr.!!
Stanley Kowalski: She moved to the hotel called Flamingo which is a second class hotel that has the advantages of not interfering with the private and social life of the personalities there. Now the Flamingo is used to all kinds of goings-on. But even the management of the Flamingo was impressed by Dame Blanche. And in fact, they were so impressed that they requested her to turn in her room-key for permanently. And this, this happened a couple of weeks before she showed here... The trouble with Dame Blanche was that she couldn't put on her act any more in Oriel because they got wised up. And after two or three dates, they quit and then she goes on to another one, the same old line, the same old act, and the same old hooey. And as time went by, she became the town character, regarded not just as different but downright loco and nuts. She didn't resign temporarily because of her nerves. She was kicked out before the spring term ended. And I hate to tell you the reason that step was taken. A seventeen-year-old kid she got mixed up with - and the boy's dad learned about it and he got in touch with the high-school superintendent. And there was practically a town ordinance passed against her.

Blanche DuBois: You're married to a madman.
Stella: I wish you'd stop taking it for granted that I'm in something I want to get out of.
Blanche DuBois: What you are talking about is desire - just brutal Desire. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another.
Stella: Haven't you ever ridden on that streetcar?
Blanche DuBois: It brought me here. Where I'm not wanted and where I'm ashamed to be.



Thats Michaels sweet Grandmother below, Martha Paul. His mothers mother. She remembers the first car coming to Ferriday, Louisiana.

This is from the lake house, on Lake St. John, where we spread some of Jans ashes on this trip, shortly after this picture. We miss you Jan, as a Mom, a daughter, a Grandma and a mother-in-law.