Just another Davis Family Adventure
A little tale about how a minor alteration in tradition resulted in major changes in how we enjoy our holiday season.
This is for those of you that cherish the memories of your mother and father. For those that never got to say goodbye, those who did and those who still have them…
Being sound asleep, I failed to catch the streak of light that illuminated my room. However, the ensuing “Kra-Ka-DOOOOOOM” of thunder demanded its respect, jarring
The six of us unloaded the minivan with our juice, 2-liter bottles, potato chips, pizzas, brownies, plates and napkins as we headed for the park
It was a Saturday night in the Davis house, late 1976. Everyone was in the Jukebox Room, laughing, cheering, singing and dancing to “Swing Your