The Second Annual Mays/Kless Crabgate was even better this year. In attendance: Christoph, Jean, Dre, Becca, Rachel, Lauren, Garrett, Elise, Janelle, and Evelyn. We got our bushel of crabs from the waterfront and drove over to Nationals Park at 3:45 Saturday afternoon only to find out that Lot J didn't open until 5:00.
However, we have special connections and were not only let in to the locked lot, but also locked back in! Let the crab-feast begin. Of course Janelle's blue tape made many appearances.
(Who can take time to read signs when you're cracking open crabs?!)
God bless the Nats parking attendants. They are simply the best!!
Nell and Dre are stuffed, but of course Elise is still eating....
....and eating! Where does she put it all?
Can't WAIT until next year!
(Many thanks to my dear son-in-law for taking a lot of these pictures.)
Rayford Glynn Mays, Jr. was my father-in-law. He was born in 1921 in Birmingham, Alabama. My love and admiration for him runs very deep. He was a man of strong principles who made a significant difference for good in the lives of many underprivileged people throughout his life. His compassion for “the least of these” was genuine as indicated by his generous nature. I loved him very, very much. I married his son, after all! Following the death of his dear wife of 57 years, Matilda, we had the privilege of having him live with us. Sadly, after moving to a larger house to better accommodate him, he passed away after nine short months. We decided to name our home in his memory.