FAMILY

Howell, Michigan. Where my family is from. Where my ancestors are buried. Where my roots lie. I have never lived there myself, but I have visited enough to call it home. Catching frogs. Outrunning a tornado. Swimming in lakes. Watching the Amish. Riding wooden roller coasters. Tasting cantaloupe shaved ice. Seeing wild turkey. Eating cherry pie. Visiting Spag's.
I love Howell. And I look forward to returning next week. Pictured above is my mother, my late grandfather, and my late great-grandfather (my grandfather's FIL, not his own father).