Well, It's not old old, but from 1980; and I'm the only one in it still kicking. This photo shows four generations of Wilcoxen men. I'm the little guy, my pop Dave has his hand on my shoulder, his dad Paul is next to us, and his father George is to the far left. Pop, Dave, was a rodeo rider, meat cutter, salesman, and finally, a night club manager. Paul ran a very successful butcher shop, but became paralyzed in a horse riding accident; then decided he could still use his hands, went back to school, and became a computer programmer. He'd give me rides on his electric wheelchair. George was a life long farmer who always told my brother and I that, "We're all gonna' move to Idaho and raise po-ta-tas," while we sat at the kitchen table to eat our take out White Castle sliders and fries. I cherish this photo.
