... itinerant photos, left-overs, never seen before ...
In a house without a basement, any place can be considered Don's workspace!
Stones, relics of my trying to wade across the Pentucket River. Those boots (which
cropped from the picture...) walked a hundred miles before the heart surgery; since
then, I haven't walked nary a mile.
My office, to which my wife objects.
Note the two Boy Scout knives -- to which my wife objects.
That's her! It's her!! It's the same girl I married some 65 years ago. And now
she's on her hands and knees, sorting through a lifetime of medical reports for the
Veterans Clinic in Boston. Such is life. I love her, yet. Still. Always. .
June 2, 2017