Noah Cardiel Holt | My life according to other people

The train to Coney Island.

Hanson Place on the big screen.

Catching vibes (Zion, in orange, and I had the same face for Noah).

Popcorn party.

Mihret.

MUSTARD FOREVER!!

Logan.

Gladiators.

Nail biters.

Clio.

No need for rally cap, Cyclones win!

Heading home, and getting a little old for this…

Someone knows I’m blowing up his spot (telling him that he’s getting too big to be carried).

The other weekend we biked from Jamaica Bay to Rockaway Beach. Noah needed some convincing.

We off.

Straight to tacos (just like everyone else).

This bro caught a bunch of little clams.

Always be digging.

Packing up.

Our annual Cyclones trip organized by Ryan Russo.

Ryan’s name in lights.

Derby making some new friends.

Derby was having a rough day. Teeth can beat a person up and no one knows that more than Aunt Mindy, the dental hygienist.

Reluctantly dancing on the dug out.

Game over. Noah trying to leave before the fireworks start.

Lunch in Provincetown on a day where the weather was going to be spotty.

The umbrellas at the restaurant made everything red!

Getting some loot at the pirate museum.

Group photo where I only offended Julian. 1/5, better than my average.

…when in Rome…

Later, after dinner, we went to see the Orleans Firebirds play.

The clouds followed.

Joshua snatched a foul ball away from a senior citizen…

7th inning stretch.

Ice cream lunch after a late breakfast.

Walking/riding to the train.

On Saturday’s I’ve been playing softball in Central Park with some friends. Last weekend Kate and Noah tagged along.

Central Park.

Sappy times.

Kate took a flick of Noah cheering me on in my ridiculous baseball pants.

We all won.