Johnson Family

I have become nostalgic lately, as my obsession with the Tiger's keeps me up every night watching the World Series. Normally a lukewarm sports fan, I found myself throwing a shoe across the room last night when the Cardinal's scored runs 3-4 against us. And, of course, I have been thinking about Grandpa. Watching the Tiger's evokes memories of stopping by the house on Winton Avenue to see Grandpa sitting in his rocking chair watching the game, or being at the Cottage and seeing him watch the game on a little black-and-white tv. I couldn't figure out why he would want to watch baseball when he could swim out to the dock all by himself without a life-jacket. I called Grandma the night the Tiger's won the pennant, and we talked about baseball for a while. She sent me these pictures in the mail to scan onto the blog. Go get 'em Tigers!