Hied me to the ancestral homeland for a week to attend a professional conference and see friends and family. My first day here I got to see my mom (right) and my sister Jo (left) perform with a flute choir called Flute Cocktail, accompanied by my brother Nathaniel on the Andean quena and related tubular things. The next day my brother threw a fairly raucous brunch, partly in my honor. I also got a tour of my brother-in-law Luther’s dauntingly large collection of solar cooking equipment, all of it fully functional — I witnessed him making a batch of darn good custard pudding with the parabolic reflector stove. Later on my dad showed off his most recent model railroading achievements.
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