Since I messed up the photos in my previous epistle, and several of you commented on their absence, I include them in this delivery, hopefully in a readable format.
Also, I have been informed, and wikipedia confirms, that I have been addressing myself incorrectly as the tin man, from the Wizard of Oz. In fact, as you probably all know, it was the scarecrow that didn't have a brain; the tin man didn't have a heart. Thank you for your forbearance. As a consequence, I shall no longer refer to myself as the TM, and take it as a heartless response should you should continue to do so. (If Dan Gilman were still alive, he'd have corrected me long ago.)
Heat wave has abated somewhat up this way. Low 90s today. Got my 4+ miles in Saturday before it got too beastly. Looking fwd to July 4th with the Clarks and the dunk-tank.
Cheers,
Rossobasso,
The scarecrow, formerly known as Tin Man
and Nanu to his grandchirrun.
Alex, me and Henry in front of Great grandfather Hutchinson's old house in Staunton, VA
Clarks and Stevens following Mom's interment in Staunton at the old family plot. The Atlanta Stevenses couldn't make it.
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