I was digging around in a few folders of scanned photos looking for something else tonight, and randomly ran across a photo of the whole gang on flowerpot-killin' day.

From left to right, that's me, Mike, Gramp, and Mike's younger brother Al, who I'm ashamed to admit I forgot was there when we did that. (In my defense, it's been pretty rare for both Mike and Al to have the time to get back to the old country at the same time as adults.) The gun Al (also a Marine, though IIRC his thing was helicopters) has is his own, IIRC, and not the one Mike had with him.

I have no idea why my beard looks so red in this photo. It never was in real life (nowdays it's mostly just grey—way greyer than my hair has so far gone, for some reason).

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