A photograph is an instant of time caught on film. Here are two instants, separated by a mere 60 years, offered as proof of just how fleeting time can be, and how much it can take from us in the blink of an eye. One second, it is 1936 I am hamming it up with my cousins "Fat" and Jack in the back yard of my aunt and uncle's house in Rockford, Illinois, and the next, Jack and I stand in the kitchen of my bed and breakfast in Pence, Wisconsin on October 13, 1995. Too fast! Too Fast!
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