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After my last entry, I returned to Portland (well, technically Hillsboro, which is where my apartment is) to get ready for my trip around America, then I drove back up to Bellingham a few days ago to celebrate Easter weekend with my dad and my sister, Doti.  As an added bonus, my older brother Don was in town, visiting from Connecticut.


On Saturday, my dad, Don, and I played a round of golf at the 18-hole course here in Sudden Valley, a few miles outside of Bellingham.  Don won't brag about it, but he was one of the best teenage golfers in the state of Michigan in the 1960s.  He even beat the future pro golfer, Johnny Miller, in a high school tournament once.  But these days, Don plays only when he comes out to Bellingham and, despite not touching a club in a long time, he usually beats those of us who've spent countless hours at the driving range.  Sure enough, Don beat both my dad and I this weekend.  Some things never change.


My sister Doti got a thrill on Saturday night, as she does every Easter weekend, by coloring and hiding Easter eggs.  Holidays just wouldn't be the same in our family without Doti!



Above left:  My brother Don visited from Connecticut and we went golfing in Sudden Valley, near Bellingham.

Above center:  My dad, wearing his beloved red hat, and my brother Don on the golf course.  You da man!

Above right:  Back at the house that evening, Doti colored Easter eggs.  Hey Doti, they're all the same color!



Left:  Doti moved up to Bellingham a few years ago to help my dad, shortly after my mom died.

They make a good team.




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