Matthew

 

Our son Matt has decided how we should spend our senior years.  He’ll put the bus in his back yard.  We can sleep out there, and every morning he’ll ask “Dad.  Where do you want to go today?”  Then he’ll play a video tape of a highway on a screen in front of the windshield, and I can sit in the driver’s chair with the steering wheel.

 

Charming son, that Matt.

 

 

A dark and stormy day.  Snowy Plover!

 

Finally!

 

  366!

 

 

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