Mauri and Sherry

Here’s a short series of our John.

Something’s missing.

You can almost see their halos. From the stories I’ve heard, these two “angels” gave their parents a run for their money.

And they grew into such fine young men, halos hidden under those stylish hats.

To express his love for me back in the days leading up to our marriage, Mauri listed a couple of things he loved me more than. His dog, Champagne, was one, and another was his guitar. That was a love language I could understand. I have a collection of pictures of my dear man and his beloved guitar, but these two are the best match for my series series.

Note the wedding band in one and the tattoo in the other.

Combining the contents of three computers into one gave me the perfect excuse to sort my digital pictures—files and files and files and files of them, and many of them duplicates. I have an eye (and love) for a good series, so consider this a warning that I’m going to feel compelled to post some of my favorites. Where to start? Where to start?

Fifty or sixty or so years haven’t changed little Mahlon Maurice and Sharon Elaine all that much, have they?