I'm sure glad I got to be at the family reunion this year. The t-shirts to identify us as Reed's descendants were so cool. I just had to have a picture of grandpa wearing a shirt with his own face on it. (Thanks, Lenes.) Afterwards, I got a "What's with the shirt?" from a JetBlue employee. She even told me to say hello to him. You've gotta love those friendly JetBlue people. Maybe some day I'll wear my face on my shirt, too, and then people can just say hi to me themselves.