My Dad gave us a digital camera because he knows how bad we are about never
developing pictures. My grandfather was always a madman with the camera. I
remember getting up on several Christmas mornings excited about the day but
still groggy and being asked to smile and stare directly into a set of four
lights on a pole and each light was brighter than the sun. Dad takes pictures
but he's normal about it, and Rachel is a photography major, so there hasen't
been much need for us to develop those pictures from the past. But it's good to
have the camera and now we don't have an excuse. It's way better than the way we
used to do it. Amy and I would sit down by the fire and pull out that box of
undeveloped rolls and say, "Remember this roll of film? Those were some great
times."