The entire family gatherd and traveled north to celebrate Grandmothers birthday. She is 80-something-er-other...We paused from destroying the resturaunt and driving the customers out with our abnoxious children long enough to have a photo taken. The resturaunt was called "Carrows", but it seemed more like an elephant's graveyard to me. Lots of old people buying there time with greasy sausages and free butter. On second thought, the more i think about it, that does sound a bit like what i picture heaven to be.......minus the abundance of arthritis.
The Clater Gene is strong with this one.....My youngest son staring at me with amazment when he realizes the man holding him is not actually himself as an adult, but his grandfather. Charles Roland Clater Jr. vs. Charles Daniel Clater.
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