Whenever people question why we left LA, why we didn’t go to Austin or Dallas, what on earth we’re doing in Canton, TX. I don’t know.
We have no idea what we are doing out here. But we want something different. And our experience has shown that every time we follow our hearts to just go where we want, visit the people we value, explore the interests we have... that’s where we find our happiness, our sense of self, belonging & identity. Every time we find something else we like, we find a little more of ourselves.
We aren’t defining ourselves with a career title, or a scene, or a city. We have chosen to define ourselves by what we love, and to share that love with everyone we can.
The first time I remember riding on a tractor with my dad, I must’ve been around 2 or 3 years old. It was on my grandparents’ farm in Shiner, TX. He brought a big jar of iced tea with us. I’ve grown up and lived all over, but experiences like that have never left me. I’ve dreamt about the day that I could sit my own child on my lap and teach them how to drive a tractor; and I’m so proud to know that our family chooses to touch and experience first hand, rather than on tv or in a book.
We visit farms to learn about where our food is from and get to know the farmers that make it happen. We are friends with our seamstress. We have dinner with our mechanic. We visit the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa and the Alamo to learn Texas History.
I don’t know if Ransom will remember the first time he gets on a tractor with me. But he will know how to drive one. And I will do everything I can to make sure that our family experiences everything they can in this existence, so that we have empathy and understanding and love and appreciation for all of the moving parts that make our lives as blessed as they are.
And when they get older and get an urge to explore, discover, learn, or meet; even long after we are gone, My children will hear our voices in their ears saying,”Let’s go!” And maybe they’ll not just find a little bit of theirselves, but a little part of us there too.
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Morgan and I met in 1987, when the Conger family moved from Spurger, TX to our compound in Saudi Arabia; and we’ve been friends ever since. We’ve traveled the world together, played soccer, built forts, raced pinewood derby cars, skateboarded in the school, terrorized the Surf House, thrown a party or two, and gotten into some decent trouble over the years.
The best part about a friendship like this, is that it feels like no time has passed with every meeting, and even our wives and children feel like people who’ve known eachother our whole lives.
Ohana means family, y’all.
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I get a lot of comments on my denim jacket. A lot of people say,”I like your jacket.” Which is funny because... you don’t buy a jacket like this. Maybe “I like your patches.” Is more appropriate?
Regardless, most people know I spend a lot of time and money on my denim. And some know that it’s because I feel denim tells a story of the owner’s life.
I like to tell people “thanks, I got it at The @Gap.” Just to add to the confusion.
The truth is, I DID get it at the gap, when I was 19 and going through my rockabilly phase and had trouble finding dark denim. Then I shelved it for about a decade and pulled it out to put my small #waxa80 patch on. It slowly grew from there, patch by patch. The piece de resistance is definitely the back patch. I asked @oliverpecker to help design a large OddFellows crest tattoo for my left leg. A month later, he’d turned my tattoo into an amazing back patch. It basically makes me feel like I’m a cool person without being threatening. 😎
Like most of my jeans, I seldom wash it, and I’m shocked and pleased with the honeycombs on my sleeves. All this goes to show that you don’t need to spend $500 on a Japanese selvage denim jacket. Sometimes the best one for the job is already in your closet or at a thrift store, or at the mall. And with the help of good friends doing good things, it slowly tells the story of who you are, and the people you surround yourself with.
Here’s to more wear and less care. ✌🏼
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2 years ago, on Dec. 27; I told @go_make_love_to_yourself that I didn’t want to get married, but I did want to be on Ransom’s birth certificate, and the tax benefits would be sick. So one day, on a lunch break between double shifts, we went to a courthouse and made her @mrs.sumner_ . We were both growing out our hair. It was the last day of our application, And we needed to do it before the new year to get on those 2016 returns. Here’s to keeping that romance alive for many more years to come.
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I wouldn’t care if my kid bawled his eyes out at Santa; but I still take pride in his ability to be totally chill with him and the Easter bunny. So far, we’re 3 for 3 with mall visits to imaginary people.
The second photo is very special. When my sister and I were in high school, we were at the mall with our mom’s mom. As a kind of joke, we all got our picture with Santa. The next couple of years, we went back and did it again. When my grandmother passed away, my freshman year of college, we decided to carry on the tradition with our grandfather. The people always change, but each time the picture contains at least my sister and I. This will mark the 23rd year that we got a Santa Picture with our grandparent.
This grandfather is not related to us by blood. He has no children of his own, and he has no blood family left. We decided as a family, long ago, that we would always be there for him and he would always be a part of our lives. He is now over 90 years old, and we sometimes wonder if he knows who we are at all, but our family loves big and hard, and doesn’t let you go.
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