We call this the Culler cactus, named after our friend Joe Culler. This cactus always reminds us of our "century party" back in 1992, when we both turned fifty. About halfway through the party, Ed noticed that someone had missed our parking directions and had parked his pickup truck on this poor cactus!

Eventually, we identified Joe as the culprit. No hard feelings—who could be mad at a guy as nice as Joe? And after all, it was just one cactus. Well, this particular cactus wasn’t about to give up. In the next year it rallied and grew larger and healthier than ever before. It sits near our Grandpa cactus, its slender arms in pleasant counterpoint to Grandpa’s big round ears.