A DOZEN UNRELATED photos for you this morning, a way to reduce the cache of pictures waiting in the wings.
|Headed somewhere with Diane and Roger, when Mr. Bob still had his license to drive.|
|This place was never open, but every time we were in Alameda, it intrigued me. I love small.|
|Nothing this good can be considered junk food.|
|Sometimes we take our slice of pie home, but it's always included somehow.|
|I wonder why I find this so much preferable to "Be strong", but I do.|
|Diane and Roger waiting for us to go to Sunday breakfast. We find that a friendship flourishes with pre-arranged meetings.|
|A back view of the Manor. We live in the "high rise" behind the lit part of the building.|
| We went to a culinary school in New Orleans where we were told, "If you're cooking electric, there's only one thing to do.........move."|
Unrelated to New Orleans, I've found no better recipe for chicken wings and I miss being able to produce them.
|A view from the hospital window of Susan indulging in a very hard-to-break habit.|
|The cousins in a rare get-together.|
|Bob, the Bear and Mr. Bob on Hallowe'en.|
|Those were the days, my friends, when at least we were unaware that we were sick.|