The 26th gathering at Falba. Attendance was moderate. I didn't get the camera
out until late afternoon when Albert, Mike and I were the only ones left. As usual
we stayed until well after sunset as we hate to see this special day end each year.
As you can see, James got his marker this year. The inscription was written by James
himself, not known to be a poetic man but it appears he had his grave marker in mind
when he penned this.