Nick's Life: August 2017

Oh, the things Nick will say.  When he says a blessing before dinner, he's started punctuating it with the time of day. "Amen. The time is now 8:30." I have no idea why. Brandi stopped at Ulta with Nick in tow, and a young girl probably from the college was working behind the counter. He introduces himself, and asks, "Do you ever eat at the Penn Station Subs across from the mall?" She does not. "Have an 8-inch, and remember me," he says. Not the smoothest pickup line ever, but not the worst she'd heard, either.  We're listing to the radio and Uptown Funk comes on, which Nick says we can't listen to during Lent (because they use the word Hallelujah.) Time to pull him from Catholic school (and we are.)

He had his tonsils removed this month, before we get back to school. It was a success, and he healed quickly. There was no trouble with Nick spending all day every day on his laptop to pass time, and he moved to solid foods faster than expected.  The hospital staff was great, even preparing Nick's shark for surgery.

Nick went with me to the Woodward Dream Cruise this year. Our friends lost their spot out front of the Church of the Little Flower, but we still sat close by the same spot. He saw an awesome race early in the morning between a Lamborghini, Corvette, Mustang and Ford GT. We sat for roughly 3 hours along Woodward, then went into Royal Oak for a pizza at Bigalora. Finished with another hour at Mustang Alley, where we saw every car we could imagine. He signed the wrapped Mustang at the display, and saw his first GT in person; he'd like a 1968 fastback.  He called it the best day ever, and he did good lasting over five hours.

A few photos posted here.

Jason