|Shopping at Cheapo-Depot|
|Celebrating his birthday.|
|Touring the engine room of a Navy destroyer. Undoubtedly these engine rooms are where the bandana carrying started.|
So I have to tell this favorite story once again:
We attended Michael's Christmas play several years back. He was in the Angel Choir. The angels wore white wings, white robes, and white halos. Grandpa and I both looked at each other at the same time when we saw Michael, as if in slow motion, sniff first, then start pulling up his robe and reaching into his back pocket and before we could warn anyone, Michael pulled out the huge splash of red bandana he had borrowed from Grandpa before the play. He slapped it in this sea of white with quite a flair and blew his nose. The audience cracked up and my daughter, directing the play, turned to glare at us.