There's never been a time when I could manage to open my eyes in the sunlight, so nearly every photo that has ever been taken of me shows me squinting and turning my head away from the sun. That's me with my Mom and Dad, when I was four. I don't know where we were headed; we were standing on the front steps of my grandmother's home. The photos were placed on Facebook earlier today, and someone said that my mom and dad looked like actors. Nearly everyone who knew my dad said he looked like Randolph Scott. Dad was 6'4" and at his heaviest, I don't think he weighed more than 175 pounds. He was skin, bone and muscle and extremely strong. He could lift more than any man should attempt, and he got six hernias for his trouble. Those hernias were just about the only thing he ever had wrong with him, until he developed asbestosis and COPD from inhaling asbestos at work and the unfiltered Camels he smoked for years. I miss him.
Here's another photo of me with squinty eyes, although not as bad as some have been. This was my school photo in fourth grade. I can remember sitting on a stool with the white backdrop behind me, and huge lights all around. The sweater I had on was scratchy yellow wool. It was a hand-me-down from my cousin Caroline (2 years older), who always wore wonderful clothes with good labels and wool slacks with linings. Mr. kenju and I are having dinner with Caroline and her husband tomorrow night. They live in Tennessee, but as a graduate of Duke University, her husband has tickets to all the ball games. They could make that drive in their sleep these days! We'll be going to one of our favorite Italian places - Nina's. I'll let you know how it was.