Hey, I’m back.
I didn’t realize it has been so long since I last posted. I can’t excuse my absence with a doctor’s note or anything important, good, or bad. I have just been too lazy to do it. But I was going over some of my parents’ lost photo albums and found a couple of similar photographs, separated by 40 years or so.
This is my brother Henry and me.

Henry was probably around five or six. This photo was taken around 1952 or so, back when it was legal for a kid to pack a cap pistol.
And these are my nephews Russel and Thomas (the older nephew formerly known as Reid).

The age difference between Henry and me, and between Thomas and Russel is about the same, around three years. Thomas is in the near vicinity of 40 now, a fact that is hard for me to digest. Henry and I also had red hair when we were younger.
Thomas just bought a house in Dallas, so I figure we can count on his being there for a while. Russell and his wife Caroline bought a house Denver a while back, so I guess we can count on their being there for a while. It makes for a good excuse for a road trip.
Lovely photos, Mark. A nice look back at a much simpler time of life. Hard to imagine road trips these days. Will this pandemic ever end? I hope so, and I hope all is well there for you and Leah and your furry companions.
Robin — Those days seem so far away that it’s like they happened to a different person.