Monday night, Andy McCoy came to town on business, and stayed with Andrea and I. Too fun! Fried pickles at the Sportsmans Grille, staying up far too late, laughing at all the insanity of the Belmont years. Welcome back, Brother Andrew!
Monday night, Andy McCoy came to town on business, and stayed with Andrea and I. Too fun! Fried pickles at the Sportsmans Grille, staying up far too late, laughing at all the insanity of the Belmont years. Welcome back, Brother Andrew!
So it takes a Belmont fella to finally get you to write, huh? Can’t imagine you willingly taking a stroll down memory lane. But if anyone could make you do it, it’s Andy. Too bad his whole family wasn’t here. If they ever are, I’d love to see his wife again (Laurel, right?).
Now that you remember how a blog functions, I look forward to reading more!