Birthday dinner

This is Barbara at the birthday dinner for her and my husband Buck tonight. It’s a bit fuzzy because I took it with my camera-phone. She’s got on an old hat of my mother’s that we just discovered (along with a loaded pistol) in her condo. The hat is from the Fifties, when Mom went Continue reading Birthday dinner

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