Some of Our Family

Spencer, Mari, and Sophie. The grandchildren are the ones on the sides.

Spencer and Sophie Weis, again, before the climate change.

The same two cornfed kids in Iowa, sadly missing school for reasons of a dusting of snow. Iowa kids are not as hardy as Minnesota kids, who think of snow as a chance to sleep in a tent in the back yard.

Then there is Marcia, our daughter in Atlanta. From left to right, Dominick, Walter, Mercedes, Makaila, and Marcia. Technically, we are not related to Mercedes, even if people do call me an old dog.

Dan is the taller one, visiting San Francisco with Eliza, while he should have been interviewing for a Residency in Emergency Medicine, which will serve him in good stead if Eliza does not get a bike helmet.

Susan and our son Michael live in Tucson (the pool is a clue) in Dante's house. By profession, Dante is a boxer, with a winning record.

We asked even more relatives to send us pictures, but they said they have their reasons for not wanting to be seen in our company; something about trying to make a new start.

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