Our first grandson. In this photo, Rita is teaching Denny how to smile and shop.
Years ago, I got a chance to go to see Jimi Hendrix, but I didn’t go. He died. So, when the Beach Boys came into town last month, I paid good money to take a picture of Brian Wilson. Great concert; bad photo. 
This is Jack, a neighbor of ours. Rita is afraid of him, giving too much meaning to how he dresses. I think he’s just trying to protect his identity.
This didn’t even make it to my New Year’s Resolution list. It is, however, on my Low Expectations List.
My son taught me how to take a selfie. Not sure I have the hang of it.
