My Dad (4th from front on left) and my Mom (floral top beside him) out on the town with a group of their friends. This would be the early 40s. I knew the couple directly across from them as they stayed friends forever. I remember the day my Dad almost cut his finger off with his table saw and we were tourniqueting it (his finger, that is) just as they dropped in for an unexpected visit. Mr. A. rushed Dad and my Mom to the hospital while Mrs. A. stayed with us three girls. Dad didn't lose the finger, but for the rest of his life it had a permanent crook in it. Click to enlarge photo.
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