Brent remains as eccentric as ever. Here, he displays his tofu turkey before we joined his family and family friends for Thanksgiving dinner:
Brent's mother asked me to take the family Christmas photo. Brent actually practiced this expression before we met up with his family:
And for the scandalous photos...
The host collected stuffed animals that sang. I encouraged her to bring out a Thanksgiving themed one for Brent since, after all, he is a musician.
And another rare moment: Brent watching a football game with the guys! I've never seen this in the 26 years I've known him.
Brent has a new nephew who has a fantastic personality. Poor Joshua doesn't like pickles. But if you give him one, he'll keep trying to eat it, over and over, even though it's noticeably distasteful to him:
On the way back, I had a chance to see some ruins from a prehistoric Pueblo Indian people known as the Hohokam. The structure is probably seven or 8 centuries old and has been abandoned in 1450--at the time that Europe was building many of its castles. Some of the windows on it allow light at certain times--such as every 18.5 years--so these people must have been able to maintain some type of calendar.
Even the graffiti inside fascinated me. Here, a J.W. Ward--a sergeant in the 1st Calvary--left his mark in 1871: