tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51247420019724968652007-06-29T15:58:57.500-04:00D.B. Vickershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670795299044990012noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124742001972496865.post-42131141208715923602007-06-29T15:34:00.000-04:002007-06-29T15:43:22.798-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Be3PYk9UEJE/RoVfLXvBO2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fQTfOZfWiL4/s1600-h/jevickers_unknown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Be3PYk9UEJE/RoVfLXvBO2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/fQTfOZfWiL4/s320/jevickers_unknown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081572403511901026" border="0" /></a>The young man on the left is my father, James E. Vickers, Sr. Does anyone have a clue as to who the young man on the right might be? It appears they may have been at or part of a wedding <span style="font-style: italic;">(the flower in James' lapel)</span>.D.B. Vickershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07670795299044990012noreply@blogger.com