Team Portis in a van, Lisa worridley warning her friends of our imminent, color-cooridnated arrival.
A picnic, there was a parrot piniata. Poor little guy never stood a chance.
Lisa telling stories. Dad makes a funny face.
Team Portis!
"I can't tell what this sculpture represents—the steady passage of time or a terrible use of my spring tuition."
It rained.
My grandparents had been saving their Wash-U graduation ponchos for exactly this sort of scenario.
The procession happened to stop Lisa infront of us for about 30 seconds. Time enough for two panoramas (!) and a flurry of closeups.
After the rain picked up our numbers thinned from eight to two.
Packin' up, time to go.
