My neighbor, Bob, is the master of cheap eats. With his friend, Al, he dines every Tuesday at out local correctional institute. Subsidized lunch served by felons embarked on new careers costs a buck sixty-two.

Last week, Bob brought his wife, Mary, to the local technical school for lunch. The public cafeteria provides inexpensive meals while some high school students learn the ins and outs of restaurant work.

Bob’s approached by a sixteen year old from whom he orders his meal, and then he engages Mary in conversation. Time flies and after a while Bob wonders what happened to his roast beef sandwich and French onion soup. Until he spies his waitress, now dressed in gym clothes, leaving the room.

First, the beginnings of Smiling Dan’s new two car garage. The proud man is dressed in his work clothes.

Secondly, overhead shots of my neighbor in his colorful flying machine.

Lastly, the long awaited photos of our trip back to Latham, Kansas, to visit my father’s grave with friends and family. The younger folks are first cousins or spouses of, the two guys who look like me are brothers, the three who bear no resemblance are the Ruthenburgs, and the olders folks are aunts, uncles and spouses of. Of course, you all recognize Matthew.

The most ramshackle house is where my father lived with his six brothers and sisters.

I’m especially happy that Jeff, Karen and Travis made the trip because I can imagine years from now as paper copies of these pictures are pulled out, unlabeled,people will be dreaming up names and relationships for them.

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