A whole lot of people aren’t going to find this guy funny, but it is Tuesday and I am in control. My friend Rob introduced me to Sam all those years ago.
More photos by Brian.
La Rad and family minus the daughter away at college.
Emma showing us what’s left after she donated ten inches of her hair to Locks Of Love
Photos taken by Brian inside Nance Galleries in Evansville.
Impressive photos taken from the air by brother Brian with his handy point and shoot. Most are of Logan, the Boston skyline and, as you follow the Charles River, on into Cambridge and beyond. The fountain with the plane in the background is in Detroit. I’m not sure where the row houses are, maybe near […]
Jeffrey thinks Mack wore his red and white hat “probably since 1984.†During my visits it rested reliably on his head when he mowed the lawn, walked to the library, and visited friends. Most likely never washed, it’s now crusty, and I considered bringing it home as a keepsake, but somewhere near those open prairies […]
Michael, You’ve asked me for an update on my new life. I am only too happy to share. You have all shared so much I feel a kinship with you. The house is sold and as of 12-22 (yes, three days before Christmas) we are residents of Boxborough. We have a renovated 3 bedroom apartment in […]
The concrete box is finally placed into the grave and now it’s time to set-up the casket lowering device. Again, nothing modern about this gizmo. Keith pulls out wooden planks from his truck to lay on the ground, and then various metallic pieces that he assembles on the planks, around which he winds his blue […]
Michael: “You’ve got to write a blog post, with pictures. Make sure Linda brings your camera when she picks you upâ€. Dan: “God’s punishment for not being with you in Indianaâ€. Beware of black ice on the driveway when you fetch the morning paper—or better yet, train your dog to get it. I did neither…these […]
We’re off to catch our plane home so no time for an update other than an out of focus shot – again, near Latham, and this self-explanatory one.
When we entered Latham Cemetery, and I confess I was still unsure that all my phone calls had produced a ready hole in the ground, we saw, in the distance, a lone truck next to a fresh mound of earth. We pulled up to the driver and instead of introducing ourselves we simply said hi. […]