The bikers of Quimby Ave. 1982
My mother took thousands of photos over the years, all stored in photo albums at my father’s house. I’ve volunteered for the tedious task of scanning as many as I can handle (not all – just the best or most meaningful ones). Needless to say, this is an extremely time-consuming process and I’m not even closed to being finished, but I know it’s making many friends and family members happy to see these photos.
Right now I’m posting them on Google, but the second phase of the project – if I ever get there – is to organize these by year, place, person and event. This could take the rest of my life.
