Eight years ago today, in a raging thunderstorm, my son Noah (I wanted to spell his name NOAA) came into our lives here in Fremont. Last night was a carbon copy of the night he was born, thunder and lightning all night. Noah Bower Detrich was born around 5 a.m. The little trooper first storm chased with me at the ripe old age of two weeks. Now he gladly comes along as long as he can have a camera like his dad. We will be having his traditional birthday party up at the lake, shooting off fireworks with family and friends on Saturday.
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