My Dad was a fairly avid photographer so I played with some of his cameras--Kodak folders, a 4 x 5 and an 8 x10--before getting my first camera in 1960. It was a Brownie Holiday that I bought before I went on a 4-H exchange trip. I still have it, along with a few rolls of unused film. When my Dad passed away a couple years ago I found some of my old slides while going through some of his stuff. Nothing spectacular but they scan and clean up pretty nicely and boy, do they ever bring back some memories--IQ doesn't really matter in those situations, does it? This is one of me as the Great White Hunter in the fall of '64 when I worked on a ranch east of Williams Lake, B.C.