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Alton

I'm proud to be named for my father, Alton.  A unique name, most people have trouble pronouncing it...For the record, its not AL - ten...It's AHH - ten...It least that's the way we like it here in the south.  According to this site,Alton is an English name and its meaning is "Old Town."  Not a very appealing origination, but who cares. 

As you may know, we also named our businesses after our first name - Alton Webb & Associates.

Growing up, I never knew another Alton, well except for Alton Lister (A former NBA 7 footer.) I didn't mention that to folks because the sole play I can remember from his career was getting dunked on by Shawn Kemp...See below video...

In this way, Mr. Lister and I have much in common - I am accustomed to getting dunked on with a height of 5'8", but at least with share a name to be proud of.  If you have an Alton story, please pass it along...Love to hear it!   

Bend it like Walker

Growing up I could shoot the three, but was too short for basketball...Too afraid of a 90 mile an hour baseball, too bored with golf, and too undersized for football.  What's left?  Soccer it is. Made the varsity team my freshman year & loved the game then, but couldn't play for a minute today...But, Walker is ready- Here's a shot from today at our office.  14 months and dribblin the size 5 ball!  Bend it like Walker (Beckham). 

Our Big Challenge - Conquer Cancer

Rachel and I are getting ready for the bike ride over 150 miles this weekend to fight cancer.  A big challenge, but we've done a yard sale, a stoplight fundraiser, email blasts, phone calls etc.  We are excited &  getting close...But, we still need your help to make our financial commitment of $5,000 total ($2,500 each). 

Any donation is great!  Whether it be from $25 to $250 dollars.  It's easy to give online - Just click one of the following links:

For Rachel's personal page click here.

For Lee's personal click here.

Thanks in advance & we'll keep you posted on the progess!  Yall rock.

UPDATE:  The amount of help received has been awesome.  We are so close to the goal.  We've been blown away by your generosity.  I'll have more details & post about the ride upcoming.

A plea from Rache...

Here's a post from my Rachel...

I hate to get all beggish on your, but I'm going to anyway because it's for a good cause.

The Ride to Conquer Cancer is next weekend. Lee and I (and hundreds others) will ride from Louisville to Lexington and back to raise money for local cancer research, prevention and treatment via the Norton Cancer Institute. I am riding because of all of the people I love who have or will battle cancer. And to be honest, there are many times when I think that it could be me or my husband or my sweet little boy who walks out of the doctor's office with a shocking diagnosis. Although I pray that it's not, Lord!

We have been training to get in shape for the major physical challenge that awaits us. I mean, I have been wearing spandex shorts in public for goodness sake. We have also been raising money to meet our personal goals of $2,500 ($5,000 total), but we are still short. The following individuals have made generous donations to my ride:

Laura Wills - Coppelman, Angela Webb, Sarah and Craig Howard, The Stover Family, Kim Kluemper, Julia Ann Daniel, Janet Hood, Will Nash, John Herbst, Katie Biagi - Kapper/Marcia Biagi, Pete & Shirley Friedrich, Jewell Sloan, Carol Higdon, Mack Johnson, Lori Suthon, Jamie Ennis, In Memory of Mamou, In Memory of Mattie Bell Hatcher, Natalie Gossum [THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU]

I have also raised money through a street collection in Shelbyville (see pic of me - yes, I wore a helmet) and a yard sale. But I need your help to reach my goal.

Please consider giving what you are able for this local initiative. That may be $25, $5, $200, _____ (fill in the blank). Just $25 sponsors one full mile of my trip. But I am thankful for any amount and certainly amazed at the people who have gone over and beyond to sponsor my ride.

It's easy to donate. Click here to visit my personal page or here to visit Lee's and make a donation. This is a plea. I can't do it without you! Yes, you, Not the other person reading this. You:).

Thanks for letting me beg, y'all.

Walker Webb is One

Birthday Boy - Just turned one today!  Seems like yesterday me & Mommy brought him home.  This morning I was feeding him rice cereal & took a quick camera phone shot of the hunk. What a joy...Love you Walker!

Homemade Ice Cream Rocks.

 

How nostalgic is this?  Not to mention delightful & tasty.  Plus, you don't have to crank a wooden handle - It's all electric baby.

Water from Walker

The boy Walker has some water to offer you for these hot summer days...                                             

Father's Day...What?

Had a client tell me Friday, "Happy Father's Day!"  What?  My first year to celebrate being a Daddy.  Cool stuff.  Love my boy Walker.  Love bein a Daddy.

Rache gave me an awesome stoneware plate showcasing Walker's footprints.  What a keepsake!

Also, a shout out to my Daddy - Altee.  Thanks for being a great father and mentor.  I/we couldn't be where we are without ya.

Anniversary @ the Brown Hotel

Yesterday was the big fourth for my loving wife & me!  We celebrated in fine Kentucky style by heading to the Brown Hotel (thanks to a gift cert.)for dinner, lots of laughs, conversation, and fun.  

The Brown Hotel is the original place for the Hot Brown- While in Rome...So, I jumped in expecting a good meal, & was pleasantly surprised to have the absolute best hot brown ever created.  Rache had the steak & some french onion soup that was also tasty.  You might recall the Brown was featured in this movie.     

We talked about our future bucket list, memories of prior anniversaries, our lovin lad Walker, & how great God has been to us.  We made friends with our host & server, then stayed late drinkin french coffee!  Big times for us!   

God has truly blessed me beyond belief with Rachel.  I love you dear wife & Happy Fourth!     

How to Be A Wedding Non-Crasher

Over the past weekend, Rache & I went to an awesome wedding.  I'm becoming a pro at this - a real non-crasher, comfortable in any element. 

Here's the basic outline for the married gentlemen out there:  Tell your wife she looks beautiful (easy for me) before you leave, get there 30 minutes early, allow the little groomsman to escort your wife down the aisle, do not text or surf the internet during the procession or @ any point, but DO squeeze her hand a little tighter when thecouple says their vows.  Act happy to be headed to the reception.  As you reflect on the ceremony, marvel over the high points - including the combination of string music & piano utilized during the grandmother's arrival.

Once at the reception, hit the party hot.  DO NOT sign the black & white picture frame - That is your wife's job.  You will never pick the correct spot or the best words.  

Begin to immediately look for other non-crashers - the guys that show up @ every wedding with you - they are your friends & together you form a fraternity of men working to get through this.  Enjoy the small talk @ dinner with folks you will never see again.  Do not ask to have your mass produced steak cooked to a further degree - you know better! Smile wide.  You're about half way home.  Now, the mingling commences - move table to table gracefully laughin' aloud about the merrier times. Unfortunately you don't know any names, but that makes it more fun.  Don't complain about the small piece of cake you received & the fact no more shortbread remains for the chocolate fountain. Heck, you're feelin' good now.

Here comes the big part.  When the electric/cha-cha slide comes on, find the restroom.  You don't belong out there & you know it.  When the your wife's sorority does its love song, stand in approval - somehow you married one of the these fine ladies (See the pic of me, Rache & Abby - one of her PI sisters...much love to you ladies).

You're really ready to go home.  But, do not blow it.  The crucial moment is coming.  Subsequent to the first dances, the slide, and the fast songs - the first slow song oozes out of the woofers...loosen your bow tie & take your lady's hand & dance with her nice & easy - kiss her...whisper in her ear...then don't forget the dip @ the end.

Most importantly, never suggest when to leave.  But be ready when she gives any inclination that the time is drawing near.  Start saying goodbyes to your newest fraternity brothers & find your valet ticket. Drive home & be glad..It won't be long (next weekend) when you get to non-crash again.