Last year at this time I posted exactly the same photo you see here, but we look so damned cute and so disgustingly young that I figure it's worth a reprise. That's a guitar case on the floor. Nearly forty years later I still have that guitar, plus two amazing daughters, two equally amazing granddaughters, and, knock wood, a damned good life. I owe pretty much all of that to my Chippewa goddess. Thanks, Kathy.
