About those pictures

Thanks to the miracle of finally hooking up a printer
nearly three months after I bought it, I now have a
face to match the blog .... circa 1915.

For the record, no, this isn't one of those airbrushed jobs from Disney World or some souvenir from a Old West tourist trap.

I couldn't make it that easy on those perusing this site ... so
the headshot now gracing my profile, while not actually me, is proof positive that I am not adopted.

I cropped my grandfather out of a picture of him, his twin brother and younger brother taken when they were children. No exact data exists for the photo, which
turned up in the basement of the family house as my father scrambled through the cupboards looking for gold from his youth.

Still, the twins can't be more than 13 or 14 in the picture.

In case that isn't enough, check out the comparison between
him and me....