When I see this:
It means two things...FAMILY and Coney Island hot dogs (Pennsylvania style). I can assure you I have eaten my fair share of the latter this past week. I have also seen my fair share of the former and it was great fun.
D's large family (and my much smaller one) are scattered across the hills of western Pennsylvania as if caught in a westerly breeze and dropped helter skelter to take root. One branch on the family tree is so remotely located that they entertain bears in their back yard. We didn't see any bears on our visit but were thoroughly entertained by nieces, nephews and cousins.
The photos below are a random collection of shots from get together and photo shoots. There are so many pictures to sort through after 10 days that I fear it will take me until Christmas to see daylight. So patience to those still waiting on proofs.