My Great-Uncle Doyle at the grave of his grandparents, my great-great-grandparents, Ben and Mary Crouse.
Lots and lots of children's gravestones out there.
There was corn. We had to walk through it.
My Uncle Doyle and I. (I'm on the left.)
Cousin Pat, probably 70 years old, has more tattoos than I do. She was pretty awesome.
WTF is all this green shit?
So yeah. Reunion was fun, met lots of family, ate too much, took lots of pictures. Arrived home today, exhausted.
