Galveston, Oh Galveston......

About a month before his accident, Marty and his Grandpa and I went to Galveston to visit Jenise. We had a red eye flight. Marty managed to smuggle some beer aboard the plane. The flight attendant caught him drinking his own beer (before she offered to sell him a $5 beer) and got extremely angry at him. Marty told me he was afraid to fly and that is why he drank for the flight.

We had such a fabulous time in Galveston. The very first day we went to the beach and enjoyed the Gulf of Mexico. Dad got a sunburn on his big toe!!!!!

Meals out....cooking dinner for and with Jenise's friends....what a great time.

Little did I know it would be the last vacation with Marty and also the last time I would spend time with him.

Marty stayed with us for a week before going on to Alabama to visit his friend Bob and go to Teledaga Nascar race.

The Egg Incident

When he was, oh, about six years old, I woke up one morning to find six eggs, cracked and lined up on the very edge of the kitchen counter, egg whites dripping down the cabinets. I guess he was looking for hard boiled eggs? There was also a container of cottage cheese in the middle of the kitchen floor. When asked who did all this, Marty blamed the cat.

Marty and the Lightbulbs

When Marty was about 8 years old, I came in the bathroom and found him standing on the counter changing light bulbs. I asked what he was doing and he said, "I'm changing the burned out bulbs. You know a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do!"