The scrapblog editor recently returned from a Christmas visit to Chats and Michael in Wichita, Kan. A very pleasant visit except for the return trip (see post above this one). Some photos:
Michael has recovered from a recent racing-heart episode and is as handsome and kind as ever. The Rev. Dr. Barrister Cousin Chatsie is senior pastor at First Presbyterian Church in Wichita, one of the few denominational churches anywhere that is growing. It's a very cool place.
Chats posed by a bison skin at the American Indian Center in Wichita.
A glass sculpture by one of Pam's favorite artists, Dale Chilupy, at the Wichita Museum of Art.
Pam's Christmas gift of a virtual aquarium tickled the funny-bones of Michael and Chats. Hey, it's the closest they'll get to their beloved ocean in Wichita, Kan.!
In this photo, Chats might have been telling Michael one of her wry blonde jokes. Here is one:
A blonde got a fishing rod for Christmas and decided to go ice fishing. She cut a large hole in the nearest ice and dipped the rod in. Suddenly she heard a voice saying, "There are no fish in there." She moved to another spot and cut another hole, but the same voice spoke again, saying there were no fish. She moved yet again, and the voice repeated its message. She looked up and saw an irritated man staring at her. "How do you know there are no fish in here?" the blonde asked. The man said, "Because this is a hockey rink."
Chats and Michael lost their dear dog Trixie this year, but take comfort in their other dog, the very sweet Knoxie.
Pam felt right at home in Chats and Michael's house, which features at least seven PRICELESS BLUE PLATES.
Michael has recovered from a recent racing-heart episode and is as handsome and kind as ever. The Rev. Dr. Barrister Cousin Chatsie is senior pastor at First Presbyterian Church in Wichita, one of the few denominational churches anywhere that is growing. It's a very cool place.
Chats posed by a bison skin at the American Indian Center in Wichita.
A glass sculpture by one of Pam's favorite artists, Dale Chilupy, at the Wichita Museum of Art.
Pam's Christmas gift of a virtual aquarium tickled the funny-bones of Michael and Chats. Hey, it's the closest they'll get to their beloved ocean in Wichita, Kan.!
In this photo, Chats might have been telling Michael one of her wry blonde jokes. Here is one:
A blonde got a fishing rod for Christmas and decided to go ice fishing. She cut a large hole in the nearest ice and dipped the rod in. Suddenly she heard a voice saying, "There are no fish in there." She moved to another spot and cut another hole, but the same voice spoke again, saying there were no fish. She moved yet again, and the voice repeated its message. She looked up and saw an irritated man staring at her. "How do you know there are no fish in here?" the blonde asked. The man said, "Because this is a hockey rink."
Chats and Michael lost their dear dog Trixie this year, but take comfort in their other dog, the very sweet Knoxie.
Pam felt right at home in Chats and Michael's house, which features at least seven PRICELESS BLUE PLATES.
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