I have to say, I remember Dad's song. It went something like this... "screaming pig, screaming pig, scre-E-e-E-e-E-e-E-mean-ing pig!" Oh that dad of ours.Loved the Tomato Reunion. It was fun to see everyone, and although the shirts weren't as popular with the angry teenage crowd, I love the pictures of the sibs. Although Mike wasn't smiling very good in most of them, here we get an "almost grin". Next time lets cut the weekend down to 3 or 4 days. 5 days almost killed me.
Lastly I just want to say what great kids you (those of you with kids) have raised. All of them are fun, or interresting, in some way. I'm glad to be a (small) part of their lives.
That is all. Over and out. Sharles
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I don't remember the song at all. I remember it being dark and being woken up by all the laughter over the song.
By the way I loved the shirts. I thought they turned out good and simple.
I don't remember the song either. Mostly on trips I remember Dad trying to stop those of us who were doing something wrong my swinging wildly at the back seat.
Thanks Charlie, they are good kids, no matter how we try to mess them up.
I can remember the event, not so much the words...I assume one of my parents went home and wrote it in their journals. Maybe they could look it up for us? It was very funny.
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