Having demonstrated to myself that there is perhaps somewhat limited interest in Thornton Wilder… I cast around for the next topic, and pondered making good on my threat to write a post about tattoos.  I considered, as I often do before I begin writing, what title to assign it, and came up with ‘The Abject Stupidity of Tattoos’, before deciding once again to postpone.  I also may change my mind about that title and go with something a bit stronger…

Some weeks ago, we attended an opening at the studio of a photographer friend of a woman who used to work at Stephen’s store.  The photographer is a slight ginger sprite named Logan Potterf.  The ‘F’ on the end of that name is not an unintentional keystroke.  While we were there, he said, well step over here and let me snap a couple.  We became aware just a little while ago today of the results he posted online.

So, with tattoos once again on the back burner, and Stephen having announced after turning 67 last month that he is retiring at the end of this month, I thought I’d post two of the pictures Logan took, so you can remember what we look like before — with him soon home all day — ensuing battery.

I’ve also thrown in a closeup of Lady Something-or-other reacting to the homily at yesterday’s royal wedding.  All are clickable to enlarge.  Pick your favorite…