We were living downtown then, and things had ground to an absolute halt. Kinda fun, though, and Trout thought it was marvelous. Another thing notable about the photo is how thin both of us are. She became very portly toward the end of her rather long life (she died at 13) and I, well, I've put on some pounds too.
Still like hats with brims, though, as well as walking in the snow.
As for Trout's name, as those of you who were around in the '60s and '70s may have guessed, she was named after Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America which both Lee and I liked a lot at the time. Funny, though, when a friend of Elin's lent us another of Brautigan's books recently, we were left cold. Could be because there's a reference to some 'elderly folks' who are in their 50s...
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