Can't somone show Uncle David....

....the simple rudiments of driving a motorcycle? The last couple of days in April and the first few in May Grandpa and I visited the Marsha Seag....er, um, the Dave Seagles in Morgan Hill, California. While there we had a very relaxing week and didn't mind the chilly air too much. It was a lot like Ohio.



Whoops! It looks like he figured it out.



Matt is a very talented waiter - works for a place called "Denny's". We had a mini-mini-family reunion there.
















It looks like Uncle Dave wasn't happy with the service. He let Matt have it - he let Matt have a $20.00 tip, that is.

No trip to Morgan Hill would be complete without getting to hold Marsha the Dog and watch her play with Helen and Dave.

One Sunday night we decided to cook dinner (a hotdog at least) by the pool. Dad and Helen got things together in the kitchen. Then he and Dave cooked it over the grill. We picnicked indoors
and then patted our
selves on the back for a job well-done.





Sorry to be so long getting this posting out. I'm afraid we've been catching up on the things we didn't do while in California. Eric, I promise, you'll be next on this page. Hey, guys, don't forget. I speak for Grandpa and me when I say

Love you all! Grandma