tag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-1587424 2010-02-22T17:40:00-08:00 The story of a city girl from Los Angeles who quits her job packs her bags and moves her family to a rural farm in Washington to start Fort Flashback, an American History camp for kids. Things don't go exactly as planned. Tune to find out if Denise ever gets funding, catches the oxen as they run down the road. Or if ten-year-old Henry forgets to wear shoes to school Again. Will Grandpa Horn come back after leaving everything to play jazz on the streets of Paris? TypePad tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00e55073fd40883401310f5597fd970c 2010-02-22T17:40:00-08:00 2010-03-04T05:29:03-08:00

(Searching for Henry) (Crazy Canada guy) (Swedish fan) (USA - fans) (Canada Moose) (Chinese fans- ready to cheer) “Look for the goat hat!” Phoebe called as we made our way through the tented makeshift section of the venue. In no time flat we promptly located Olympic goat boy standing near the entrance next to a group of Chinese curling zealots. He was waving literally trying to flag us down. “I turned on my phone, but no one else had there’s on,” he recalled tears streaming down his face. Quinn and Lindsey peered at me sheepishly and we shrugged. (Henry trying to get someone to notice him) We sat down in our seats and soaked in the atmosphere. The cool blues and greens of the 2010 games were tranquil. Perfect for the winter. The flags flying over the ice filled me with a sense of pride. I remembered sitting in front of the television with my parents watching Jim McKay on ABC as Munich unfolded. I thought of the “Up Close and Personal” segments that inspired me and put me in complete awe of anyone who could dedicate themselves through adversity. I thought back to when my father had had Mark...

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(Lindsey) Lindsey had a whole week off of school for mid-winter break and since her mother would be teaching skiing lessons at Mammoth all week she begged Awesomez to let her come to the farm. “Do you really think you’re up for another one of my children?” Awesomez asked me over the phone. “Is that some sort of warning?” I asked. “Actually, I just hope Lindsey isn’t bored. I don’t have anything big planned,” I explained. I went to Seattle with Nick to pick her up while my dad took Henry to gymnastics. Everyone was excited to see her, especially her brother. ("The Big-un" Irish was especially happy to see Lindsey) (Lindsey snuggles The Big Boy - Irish) During the days Lindsey helped me with farm chores and errands, during the afternoons she went to gymnastics with Henry or volleyball with Quinn and saw Nick at night. She saw Grandpa Horn teach band, she helped with the judging at one of Henry’s meets and she met all of Quinn’s friends. She did homework, painted and kept me company. (Lindsey sets to painting) (Grandpa Horn talks to the band) (Henry and Lindsey listen to Grandpa Horn) (Lindsey flips) (Lindsey lands) (Lindsey...

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