My sister, Meg, texted an old picture of our father at a social event, probably a wedding celebration. Dad was incredibly adept socially and the picture shows that. He was Irish, you know. 😁
That prompted me to go looking in old prints from 50 years ago. I found a couple on the occasion of daughter Suzanne’s baptism. We were still in Arkansas and my main prof, Jack Marr, attended our party. Here’s one with dad holding court. Marr was sitting on the floor. We rented a cute little house with very limited space. Dad died in 1974 at the young age of 55.
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