This is the Fenway 50: a list of memorable items and occasions at which I have been slowly chipping away. For #s 1 through 9, do a search here at Brays of Our Lives for the term Fenway 50.
The 10th point on the list calls for a photo of me with my mom. I'm afraid I have no photographic proof that I was sprung from an earthly womb, so a photo of me with my FarmWife shall have to suffice. She is like a mother: she feeds me, tends me, shelters me, and tells me where to go and what to do. She is sometimes grumpy but usually extraordinarily kind. She thinks I'm special.
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