We drove out to Santa Barbara last night, arriving shortly before midnight. Here on Saturday morning, Uncle Woody dragged out his Class A Army hat he wore back during World War II and tried it on for the first time in 50 years. He still looks great in it.

This is Diana Wise, one of my stepmothers and my father’s last wife. Diana drove up from Ontario this morning, arriving after breakfast; this was the first time seeing her since my father passed earlier in the year.

A trip to Santa Barbara wouldn’t be complete without us going to the dog park, and so while Diana watches over her Shar-Pei and Caroline play fetch with Sophie, Tata, Woody, and I enjoy the afternoon sun and just hanging out.