My cousin, Danny, from his younger days.

Last time I introduced you to Donna, one of my first cousin’s on my dad’s side. Today I’d like to tell you about my first cousin on my mom’s side – Danny.

Danny and I lived a good portion of our childhood two houses away from each other. We were almost inseparable.
We’d both stay at our grand-parents house and spend our days swinging on vines across a gully, building tree houses, shooting bow and arrows, and blazing a trail in the undiscovered forest near downtown Highlands. Continue reading →