Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 2014/11/17
[Author Prev] [Author Next] [Thread Prev] [Thread Next] [Author Index] [Topic Index] [Home] [Search]At my age, life sometimes seems really weird. When I was a graduate student, circa 1944, my wife and I lived in student housing consisting of a two-room oil-heated shack. We adopted a kitten that we found on our windowsill. Across from us lived another couple, the man a law student. We got to know them when we accused them (jokingly) of stealing our cat, who was spending as much time in their house as in ours. We eventually became close friends, staying in touch during the years, and frequently traveling from where we were living (Washington DC, Chicago) to their home in West Virginia and later near Indianapolis. Eventually, they had a child. We saw him as a little kid, but missed his adolescence and early adulthood because of our eight-year stay in England. Well, the guy in the picture is the little kid, who is now an emergency-room physician and who has two daughters in medical school. The lady is, of course, his wife. His mother is still alive; his father died a few years ago. He, his wife, and his mother visited us for a few days last week. http://gallery.leica-users.org/v/herbk1/L1003942-2_001.jpg.html <http://gallery.leica-users.org/v/herbk1/L1003942-2_001.jpg.html> Herbert Kanner kanner at acm.org 650-326-8204 Question authority and the authorities will question you.