Excuse me. Okay, alright, I’ll prove it to you. Look at my driver’s license, expires 1987. Look at my birthday, for crying out load I haven’t even been born yet. And, look at this picture, my brother, my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984. Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you built a time machine out of a DeLorean?!
I’m sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it’s a little hard to come by. Marty, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re stuck here. Never mind that now, never mind that now. No, I refuse to except the responsibility. It’s taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around here. I remember when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody, owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees. It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that works.
When not at work, you can find Ashley teaching children how to ballroom dance. She loves spending time outdoors and photography.
Adam is an avid bicyclist and runner. He spends his weekends with his wife in the mountains under the stars in places only accessible on foot.
Ian is a semi-professional musician. He plays the guitar, piano, and sings – not usually at the same time. He’s written over 200 songs and performs regularly at the Sea Captain’s House in Myrtle Beach.