I woke up yesterday morning at 4am, nauseous and my back hurting really bad. I moved to my recliner, but things got worse and not better. I ended up with fever and vomiting and other intestinal issues all day Saturday.
So last night when the shuttle was about to go up. I crawled out of bed, waited until the countdown got to 1 minute left, and went out into the front yard with Lovely Wife to watch it go up.
Even 40 miles away like we are, it totally lit up the sky. It is almost impossible to believe that something man made can light up an area of a 50 mile radius.
I watched until it winked out of sight behind a few thin, high clouds and came back inside. At that point, the shuttle was 67 miles up, and over 300 miles from the Atlantic Coast of Florida.
About todays photos, I haven't been this sick in a long time, so I'm just going to post some old Masters's family slides that I've been scanning and color correcting. Sorry, but that's all I have the energy to do this morning.
This is Younger Brother in 1975, just after we had moved to Monroe, Louisiana from Vidalia, Louisiana.
This is my Dad and Younger Brother coming out of an old country church at Silver Dollar City in southern Missouri. The whole back side of the church is glass and you can look out over the Ozark Mountains. This was 1973 or 1974, I think.
These next two are Big Sis and Big Brother playing with a wagon, around 1961.
This one is so cute, Big Brother leaning his head on Big Sis's shoulder.
These last two are of Me, Big Brother, and Big Sis in 1966, on a trip to Florida. These were both at Cypress Gardens, I think.
Check out my knock-knees, or knot-knees, however you say that, in those last two photos.
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