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A Mother's Day conversation, when Mama spotted some pictures of herself on my iPhone . . .
Mama: Oh! I look 100 years old. I do NOT like to have my picture taken.
Daddy: From now on, I guess we both need to just avoid the paparazzi. I hate the way they chase after me every time I leave the house.
[That's Mama and Daddy avoiding the paparazzi—Uncle Dale—on their wedding day, 1960.]
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Great photo and I love the car. Why don't they make cars in colors like that anymore?
Posted by: James Schend | May 12, 2014 at 02:42 PM
I love you Junior!!
Posted by: Ginger | May 12, 2014 at 04:25 PM
Junior loves The Ging!
Posted by: Valerie | May 13, 2014 at 05:00 AM
I know! We take most of our road trips in a car that's older than I am—Dave's '53:)
Posted by: Valerie | May 13, 2014 at 05:01 AM