Jutta, my mother-in-law on the left, used to be a strapping young beauty, as you can see from this old photo from her first visit to America back when Tombstone, Arizona, was the happening place in the Southwest, and Wyatt kept all of us in order. We have all gotten a bit older but still enjoy each other’s company. Of course, I no longer need to carry the rifle to protect my womenfolk, nor have we learned how to smile either. Yep, the good old days…