After spending four days scouring the interwebs to bring you the most appalling,funniest and most bizarre nonsense I can find I’m usually pretty worn down. The Thursday morning breakfast with family is often the high point of the week,when I can enjoy a brief time with people I’ve loved my entire life. Today my cousin gave me the guest book from my brother’s funeral in 1953. I recognized a lot of the names as they were family and friends of Grandma’s that I knew my whole life. I think she still has the newspaper clippings from the day he accidentally hanged himself. The book means nothing to anyone but me and I don’t know what will become of it when I’m gone. It’s still precious to me as a reminder of what might have been. Russell would be 70 this year.