We think this one happened in July or August of 1966, as
Valerie and Rick and
I were driving
back to Boston and doctoral studies at Harvard.
Pappy and Mammy
drove with us as far as the tepees of the Crow Nation in South Dakota, where
Ken and Verna Carter were serving as missionaries.
We had Thanksgiving in the
summertime in Sunset, since we wouldn’t be around in November.
Scott’s uncharacteristically dour.
Brent is apparently on his mission in
Switzerland. Baby Rick’s probably asleep
in an adjoining chamber.