Partial scowlery

It was almost midnight last night and I had come by to pick up my wife from an evening with "the girls." That's their term, girls, not mine, and they know what they are saying.

I have known almost all of these women for over fifty years. The one exception I have known well over forty. They know what I'm like and they asked for a picture. Of course: I had a camera in my pocket. I asked for a scowlery but I was only partly successful in getting it.

Nice picture of old friends in any case.