As most readers of Classical Values know, Justin Case is, er, reclusive. This means that, among other things, Justin refuses to allow me to publish any photographs of him in this blog. It's an unwritten rule, but it's one I dare not violate under penalty of getting, like, REALLY bad vibes directed at me from Justin.

However, there's no rule preventing me from uploading photos of Justin's mom -- referred to affectionately by Justin as "Ma Case."

Justin and I drove all the way up to....

but no! I can't say where -- I'm not allowed to give away locations either!

Anyway, we drove there, wherever it was, and visited Justin's mom at the convalescent hospital where she resides. She was in great spirits, and her mind is as sharp as ever, as I think the photo shows:

She even asked us to bring Puff inside (which the staff cheerfully allowed). Here he is, checking her out (and vice versa):

They'd met years before, but it's tough to say whether Puff really remembered her in this different setting. (Dogs remember places first, then people, but there's no way for me to really ask Puff exactly who he remembers. For his age and size, he's the canine equivalent of 100 now -- for which I thank daily dishes of brocolli.)

While Puff proved quite a hit with the other residents and the staff, putting him on the hospital bed seemed like bad form, so I hoisted him up so Justin could snap a shot of the three of us!

Notice the way Justin cleverly made Puff look away, while darkening my eyes? Obviously, he didn't want anyone catching a glimpse of him in our corneal reflections!

UPDATE: While being careful not to demonstrate an excess of enthusiasm for this post, Justin has nonetheless supplied the following photograph of his mom, taken in December, 1944. (On the back, it says, "Age 20.")

By any standard, that's class.