Dave Hughes

I Love.... post thunderstorm air, the feel of dark rich plantable soil, the smile of a child when the lightbulb in their head goes off to indicate "they get it", the aroma of homemade pasta sauce that's been on the stove for hours, the smell of tall pine trees, the sound of opening kickoff when shoe meets leather, and last but not least, the sound of the net snapping after you bury a three.