We Geriks converged in Wichita, Kan. in June 2010 and decided a family portrait was in order. Smiles were stale that day, so I remember telling everyone to just relax. A relative manned the cameras (digital and film) and we left relatively satisfied with our humble portrayal.

I recently sent off a roll of film to be processed; Fuji 800 stuck in an Olympus XA rangefinder. It’s old film, the last of massive color bricks we still have at the Journal Star, but it seems to work well enough. What did I find when the prints returned? A bunch of junk and exactly two frames of the Geriks. The poor scan quality might be helping us out a bit.

I don’t remember assaulting my family.