This evening my wife, young Seventy-Six, and I took my inlaws out for a 40th anniversary supper. Ate at a German restaurant in a nearby town. We invited my mom, and two of my nephews who were staying with her. Great food. Overate. The little guy laughed like a tiny grown-up at one of my nephews, who kept making sudden faces while exclaiming, “Paparazzi!” I’ll post a couple of pictures here as soon as they’re emailed.