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Back from my sons’ fiftieth birthday party. Here’s the birthday boy, on the left, with his father, my Sam.

Tennessee and the rolling foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains is quite beautiful. Most of it was logged off, probably a couple of centuries ago, but the second growth provides a lot of various hard woods. This is wild rose, with a twining sprig of an aggressive vine found even in Arizona. I’ve lost the word.

Another scene, typical of the rural roadsides,