Dancing to bluegrass music right out there in public. My wife was cowering in embarrassment.
Shooting my Dad. (In a photographic, non-lethal manner.)
I promise, I wasn't hitting on Tinkerbell. I just held out my hand and she landed there. (I tried to take her home with me, but she refused to move!)—Tomfoolery by Robert; photos by Virginia Hayes
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