Joe McCarthy at Interrelativity sent me a fantastic link to a website called Front Porch Classics. The company was founded by three dads in Seattle, Washington, looking for ways to spend quality time with family and friends.
"Too often we found ourselves watching TV, DVDs, playing cheap plastic games or sitting around a computer game console. This inspired us to create a new line of games. Games that can engage the whole family and get multiple generations gathered around the coffee table to laugh, learn, share and build lasting memories together."
Check out their site. From coffee table to desktop to bookshelf games, these guys have everything!
LET ME ASK YA THIS...
What is your favorite front porch activity?
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Scott Ginsberg
Author/Speaker/That guy with the nametag
www.hellomynameisscott.com
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Now THIS is what front porches are really for...
7:42 PM
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3 comments:
As a child, rainy afternoons were spent on the front porch of my grandmother's house playing with my cousins and eating honeyed toast.
If my fornt porch were currently safe to sit on, I'd probably spend rainy days (of which Seattle has plenty) sitting out there reading or writing.
(I know you didn't specify rainy afternoons, but front porches have always been tied into my memory with rain.)
I don't think you have a front porch unless there's a place to sit and I've been lucky that my home has always had a porch swing. Favorite memories include how we pushed each other as high as we could on that swing until the back of our legs brushed up against the holly bush behind the swing. I also loved sitting on the chair watching lightening in the summer when the sky would turn every color in the rainbow and there wasn't any rain, but plenty of thunder and lightening. I liked looking at the farm across the street and see all the trees nearby almost breaking as the wind blew... and us just waiting for the rain to start. Oh, how we loved our secret refuge from the rain. We felt like spies.. the rain not knowing we were technically outside. Our porch kept us dry... until the rain was so hard and the wind so strong, it blew the raindrops sideways. Even now, there stands one tree on the farmer's boundary that was ripped open and shattered from the lightening bolt I saw strike it during one of those awesome summer storms.
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