Who is uncle Lanny anyway?

This day was rather stressful full as first the light in the house broke down and then Dons bike had a flat tire the moment that he wanted to take off for his massage.
The beautiful yellow tree was in the yard of the kind neighbor who tried to help us with the bike. The nearest bike store is 65 miles away.
The other pictures were from the performance of our dear friend with the title as underneath the picture. It took place in the only stage house that this little town has.
It lasted nearly two hours and in Germanyone would have called it a bellybutton show, but that is not totally right. It was set up as a recommendation of what one can do with it’s life memories without burdening his posterity.
He had bought a beautiful old steamer cabin box and had stored in it all the artifacts etc by which his mostly cousins could remember him after his demise.
It was a well done and fun presentation, but I missed a climax and it was too long.