Me in 2001. One day I met my father in Irving, for what reason I don't recall, but it probably had something to do with whatever was in the envelope. After getting out of my truck, I was greeted with his camera. He loved taking photos and I was used to it, so it wasn't a big deal, but looking back over his photo collection I am very thankful that he did that. A lot of memories that would have otherwise been forgotten, have been preserved. (Photo by Dad)