I remember we went on probably our last family vacation to Niagara falls in between my junior and senior year in high school. My dad was just starting to get into researching his geneaology. He found that there was a city named "Stalker" in Pennsylvania. Apparently the Stalker family first settled in New York and Stalker is right at the border of New York and Pennsylvania. My dad wanted to visit a cemetery to see some of our relatives' tombstones. We took my Dad's third Suburban (the last one).

It turned out that Stalker was a tiny town. (So small that it doesn't show up in the drop-down menu on Memorycrawler.com). It reminded me of a small dirt-road neighborhood in Clarkston. We were surrounded by trees everywhere we went. There was a cemetery and a few houses and a bridge to New York and that was it. We visited the cemetary and my Dad probably took some photos of the tombstones.

Other than that, there wasn't much to see so we left Stalker, Pennsylvania, . . . Read More..

I must first start off by saying I'm sorry for not posting my many memories on the hottest site on the web. It's been extremely busy at work lately, which is good. Also, this is the only time I've been able to use the web(at work). Now Kristen and I finally(after 6 months) have internet capabilitys. Now one of these days I might pass Lel as the ultimate crawler. But this is not a blog so here we go.

During my four year run in high school my parents sent me to basketball camp every summer. It wasn't just any camp, this was the best in the nation. The players I went head to head with everyday are now in the N.B.A.
I must say I did hold my own for a little white boy from the C-Town. The camp took place at Robert Morris College in Pittsburg and brought out the best in teachers and players.

Syracuse was always my favorite school. It was a dream of mine to one day play for jim Bohiem and the Orangemen in upstate New York. On this particular day I was preparing for a game at camp. I . . . Read More..