25 January, 2015. The sun was shining, the grass long. 74 degrees forecast. Then a light breeze drying the grass as we pulled into the parking area got worse. Wind chill increases with age and we huddled for warmth.
Everyone but Gale insisted that one of his big models would be quite safe. He wasn't convinced, and shared his liquorice nevertheless.
Here's Gale's trunk from the last good Sunday, 2014.
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