|My mother, brother, father, and me.
|The next picture needs a little explanation.
This is the earliest picture I have of my father.
He was five years old and this is posed. Some relative
plopped him onto the car and stuck an unlit,
hand-rolled cigarette between his lips.
You can pick your friends. You can't pick your relatives.
|Our newest family
|In search of
trouble--err . . .