Here are some various other shots of my trip, in no order or importance. We met Phil and Jeannie at Pagano's Pizza one night. The old homestead is looking a little rough these days. There yard is cluttered, the back porch is without screening, and when I was there a deer was gutted and hanging from the old tree we all used to climb. Note the severed head at the crook of the limb. I know we only rent things while here on earth but the sight of our house was pretty jarring. Even the tree is looking its age and rather tired. We didn't hunt growing up. Don't recall any particular reason for not doing it and we weren't anti-hunting. It was just something we didn't do. I went pheasant hunting once in Iowa during college and enjoyed it, but as a rule we just weren't around it and isn't that something you pick up from your Dad? When we lived there, and my folks built it, it always looked neat as ...
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