THAT is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees – Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing intellect. [...]
Matt is the fourth and he is taking the picture. I can smell the grill from here. Wish we were there, but we’ll be eating fine leftovers and yelling at the tv.
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Middlebury Graduation 2011
On the chairs
Proud parents and graduate
wedding cake by fireworks
A fun shabbat dinner in Middlebury, Vermont
