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dad — Thursday afternoon, I hopped in the car with my parents (minus little brother Brett, who lives out in Indiana and went to his girlfriend's parent's house in Ohio for Thanksgiving) and headed to my Aunt Elaine and Uncle Wayne's house in Clark, NJ.

dad — At dinner, Grant manned the camera and managed to snap a pic of me opening my birthday card...

dad — On the day before my birthday, my mom and dad came into New York City (from Jersey) and took Grant, Tara and myself out for a birthday dinner at Epicurie in the LES.

dad — Here's my dad cold kicking it with his aqua shades.

dad — After lunch we took out the boat, here's Skipper large and in charge at the wheel...

dad — My brother always gets shit because he looks, walks, talks and acts like a little Mini-Me version of my dad. I tried to snap a sneaky picture of them watching TV together while eating matching sandwiches and wearing matching white shirts and blue baseball hats, but I started laughing right before the cam went off and gave Brett time to flip me the bird. They look like the goddamned Bobsie Twins though, right?

dad — Bonus points to Pappi for also having a Jersey shirt on. Beach Haven West Reprazent, yo. (Unfortunately for him, he also loses the same amount of Bonus Points for actually reading a menu in a diner. In a real NJ diner, you're just supposed to think about what you want to eat and rest assured knowing that they'll have it.).

dad — Thumbs up from Pappi, the shed in its new place is level.

dad — ...who shit the bed on the next toss by throwing short to my dad (the balloon exploded on his foot). Check me out laughing at him while he gives my brother the ol' stink eye.

dad — Me and dad prepping for the big 'tater race. (The object is to cross the finish line first. If your pototo falls off your spoon, you're immediately disqualified.)

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Brett was the big winner. Me and my dad both caught NOTHING! NADA! ZIP! ZILCH! (Actually, my dad at least caught two fucked-up fish that just didn't count in the contest so he threw them back. I was the only one that didn't catch a god-damned thing. Bah.) Arrrrgh, matey! Better luck next time!

fishing with pappi part 2

June 9, 2003

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Tiredest.

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June 9, 2003

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And immediately perked up when we saw the prize they were offering in one of those "leave your business card" drawings. Makes you think twice about ordering a "glazed" doughnut there, right? Ew.

fishing with pappi part 2

June 9, 2003

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We fueled up and Dunkin' Donuts...

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June 9, 2003

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Nevertheless, we somehow managed to pack up the car and hit the road well before 6am.

fishing with pappi part 2

June 9, 2003

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My dad (he loves it when you call him Big Poppa), my Unlce Walt again (who's really my Great Uncle) and my dad's brother, Bruce.

memorial day out in nj

May 26, 2003

dad — Brett with the fam.

dad — After a quick change, we headed over to the Opera House for a ceremony celebrating Brett's major.

dad — Dad, pictured here doin' what he calls "a little jig," shows off the "learn how to not slice when you swing" golf club we bought him.

dad — Here's another pic of my mom and dad included just so you could get a real good look at dad's festive Christmas tie! Noice!

dad — On Christmas Day it was snowing like crazy! We piled in the car and risked life and limb (literally!) to drive 45 minutes to Clark, NJ to eat Xmas dinner with my Grandparents and one of my mom's sisters and her family.

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dad — After visiting with Ann and Walt - we hopped in the car and headed north for the Battjer's Annual Trip to Church™ (Christmas Eve services at midnight, baby).

dad — Mission accomplished. My father and my brother pose in front of our handiwork!

dad — Speaking of...here's the Daddy Mack (literally), carving our turkey.

dad — Here's our annual "Family Pic in Front of the Fireplace."

dad — The day after my mom's birthday, she and my dad came into New York and I took them out to a fancy restaurant for an uptown birthday dinner!

dad — Grant, Me and Pappi.

dad — Skipper brings the boat to a stop...

dad — And then casts with authority. Yes, this is where the fish will be.

dad — And here's (Enter Kettle Drums: BOM-BOM, BOM-BOM, BOM-BOM!) Pappi!

dad — Check out Skipper 'large and in charge' at the helm!

dad — Here's my dad's good friend and total Guinea (ha!) John Antanino and my good friend and kooky Limey, Grant.

dad — After the Grange Hall, the family all headed back to island for some food and final bonding time.

dad — Who's this handsome devil? Yes siree Bob! That's B.Batch, Sr. ice-grilling in front of his ride, yo.

dad — Dad, who's become Martha Stewart since retiring, carves up the holiday bird at my Aunt Elaine & Uncle Wayne's house.

dad — Dad actually has a gift to open from Brett & I! We wrote him a two page epic poem upon his retirement and we had them framed for his new home-office wall.

dad — Mom holds her amazing gift of two envelopes.