12Jun25: too late…

Andy saw me coming with my smartphone in hand.
So much for a photo shoot for today’s post.

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Eighty-eight years ago, on June 12th, 1937, my mother and father got married.

“First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby carriage,” used to be the convention.

They had four children, of which I am the last born.

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After finishing my sad little post, Andy returned.