Portrait: Uncle Gerry at Breakfast

When I was younger, I was really close with my uncle Gerry. Unfortunately, we became much less close when my family moved away from him and my aunt, and even less close when I went to college and moved permanently across the state. In early August, he came to breakfast with me and my aunt while I was visiting. It was the first time I’d seen him in a few years. I don’t think he believed that my old rangefinder actually worked.