Jess & Brad

One of the few photos I didn't take of myself

Brad reminiscent of Easter Island Head I

These are all artsy because Jess took them

Dad telling Jules about something 3 inches long.

Wouldn't be a trip to the beach without buying silly beach necklace

Campground at Cape Lookout National Seashore, unpacking the bar. Some hours later we would keep the whole campground awake with our revelry.

Yet another self-portrait with dad.

Contemplating the longest day of summer made me sad. So I took a picture of me, sad. There were many mosquitos here.

On the ferry to Cedar Island. See Ocrackoke Lighthouse back there.

My dad finds a dollar.

A really crappy photo of these cool birds called laughing gulls. They have black heads and they followed the ferry for two and half hours..

Note: Dad and Julie are "Still Dead"

I thought this would be a neat angle. It's not.

Scary giant cross

Mike and I passed on the interstate in Illinois. Six stories high!

Mr. Bova at Cahokia Mounds. We climbed this largest mound, where the king-type guy lived. Aren't his shorts special?

Rehearsal dinner night, country club in Bonne Terre, MO. Bridemaids got pretty fake orchids. Everyone got very drunk. Later Mike and I went to the local bar, where we looked liked the queer out-of-towners we were. But no one got beat up.

Bride Becky, groom's brother's boyfriend, and Mike.

Groom Paul and Becky, day after the weddin'. Paul's parents' place is on this perfect private lake. It was pretty sweet.

Becky with her adorable mom, Heath. She was the only mom who was nice to my mom when we were growing up. Becky really likes my hat.

And Becky's dad, Doug. He used to be a little scary, but now he's cool. Paul wept through the whole ceremony. So everyone did.

We were proud of ourselves for finally locating a mailbox.

Two more failed attempts in my effort to produce a good picture of me. And that's all for now.