It's also difficult going through all these photographs. I have told people a lot lately that as long as I just work on the website, I am fine. But the minute I really look at what I am working on, I have to stop... “We all have our memories; we've all heard little noises that we love” This is a picture of our mom with Caleb before he went off to East Carolina. Ahhh, yes. The morning paper. I think this was over a Christmas break. Or some break. I am in there somewhere. There are two versions of this one. One where they weren't looking at the camera and this one, where my wife, Nell, yelled at them to look. How unruly. This is us with our grandmother, Shirley. I remember staying at her and Grandpa Bill's house on our many trips to Florida. And this is Grandpa Bill with Abraham and Caleb. I think this might have been a time when I wasn't there. Who knows. So, I have the winged hatÉAbraham has the mullet.