One of my favorite pastimes as a younger Mariner was visiting older Mariner’s houses and, beer in hand, staring at the ‘Family Photos’ of Deep Rivers, Westbrooks and Guilfords past.  Some went back to the sixties, some of the faces I’d recognize, most aged since then, some gone to the great Muster beyond.

The Mariners, time and technology march invariably onward, and somewhere on this march, the Family Photo tradition died.  Professional photographers couldn’t cover costs doing it in the digital age, and I hear, that someone, somewhere building bonehenge out of the photographer’s staging one drunken night didn’t help.

Proudly, this year, The Mariners managed to loosely organize ourselves and a camera at Westbrook.  Here’s the result, and here’s to future generations of Mariners wondering what happened to Dan’s hair between the last family photo and this one and whose face is behind Woody’s Ale, if they can figure out who’s who at all.