One of the hardest parts of moving to TX last year was moving 2,500 miles away from our dearest friends. I miss them daily, and the only consolation is that work sends me east just about every four months and I can see them. Here are some shots of us last week. Aron was off gallivanting across the country – next time old man, you, me and a roof for plotting!
They are waving to you Ian! 
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