One of the things I keep discovering squirreled away in shoe boxes or other places, while I look for a new location for some of my stuff are old photographs. Some are really old, which I will scan and share eventually, and some just make me feel old. Like this one, taken on my first visit here, I think, at the age of fourteen. When I also took my first solo plane flight and visited my grandmother in Florida.
My how time flies, huh?