For whom Quentin was named.

Tattered cuff on a flight jacket indicating to grandkids where he had been stationed. Thirty-five years ago, his father was pointing out things about WWII planes in the museum.

This reminded Cameron of Summer.

Let’s see, for our trip to Fairborn, I downloaded 271 pictures from one camera and 574 from another . . . and then another download of about a hundred. Almost all are taken by grandkids. Last night I sent about 300 to Ofoto and tonight I will try and use the dead of night to upload the rest. Summer enjoyed taking pictures of road signs, her shoes, the dashboard and the clock at high noon. We also have pictures of Grover’s Room – sans Grover because he had retired to a secret location. Oh, yes, we have pictures of food – food at restaurants, food in the car, food from take-out, food in the pantry.

Picture took “spy” pictures out of Grover’s window and I took a picture of her sprawled out taking those pictures. We both took pictures from the balcony and then faced each other and took “dueling camera” photos. Next time I will need to take more cameras . . . Der Bingle offered us an old camera he had but it was below our pixel acceptance rate. (Summer and I are more into zooming and high pixel numbers than proficiency in photography.)

Cameron was a serious historical-record picture-taking guy so we have documentation of what we saw. We also have pictures of the way home and the sign “Welcome to Indiana”.