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Granny is amused and enlightened
by my birthday card.
Jay is shocked.
A closer look.
Aunt Lita reads a card as Frank
looks on.
On the left is Missy, my Irish
cousin extraordinaire.
Aunt Lita examines a present.
Swingin' away
"You want me to do WHAT?"
Oddly enough, Ms. Staring-Daggers-Out-of-Her-Eyes
is now my Swing Dance partner.
Peter gets down at his wedding.
Preparing for the big move ...
Bumpin' ...
Movin' it
Vicky struts her stuff.
None dare compete ...
Giving Kelly a twirl.
For reasons that confound me,
this is the best picture I have of Katya, a Russian girl I met
over the summer. Perhaps having a famed photographer for a father
has given her natural defenses.
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