Much of the story of Ian’s life is best told by Ian himself, through the pictures that follow in this brief photobiography. . .
After what seemed like an eternity of nervous anticipation, Ian Merritt Boswell was born . . .
After a couple of days at the hospital, we were homeward bound . . .
“I-A-N is EE-an, you Hoosier!”
“There he is; that’s Ian Boswell.” To which the music teacher replied, “No, he said his name is Michael Knight.”
Just as quickly, the weather turned back to clear skies, and all was well with the world.
“Chick magnets don’t wear glasses.”
Not missing a beat, Ian looked up and said, “Dad, look at him; he’s a dirtbag. Nobody’s gonna hire him . . .”
Needless to say, the thought of moving 1,300 miles was pretty scary. But we were up to the challenge . . .
After a good night’s rest, finally, mid-afternoon day three, Thursday, March 28, 1996, we rolled into Key Largo.
Ian would carefully add ornament after ornament, many of which he had made . . .
We were very proud of Ian and what he had accomplished academically and in sports; and although we didn’t yet know it, he was about to close another chapter on his life . . .
Doesn’t he look adorable? I’m not sure that it’s his color, but he would do ‘most anything for a laugh . . .
Third Key’s summer behind him, it was time to say goodbye to the water, and time to pick up the textbooks. . . .
By late spring, 1999, Ian decided that once he turned sixteen he didn't want to burden us by having to borrow one of our vehicles whenever he needed a ride . . .