Never one to neglect the family, I left Trumansburg for a few days. Pat, Sue and John were all in Westfield for the Reunion Weekend, organized this year by Pat's class. From there everyone converged in the Boston Hills south of Buffalo for a week. Gail and I couldn't get there until the end of the week so missed a few people, but that's inevitable when nine siblings, our mom, and many nieces, nephews and their families are coming and going. I think this picture of Pat, who was there all week with Helene and the boys (who I got to spend time with at Blue Heron the previous week) is an indication that spending the whole time there can be a bit much. I hear he's better now.