I was so preoccupied with basking in the warm glow of everyone's compliments (well, almost everyone ) that I forgot to post the two photos below. They will have some bearing on my next posts.
This is my Uncle Phil (born 1923), my mother's younger (and favorite) brother. Uncle Phil was the relative with the best sense of humor, and everyone loved him. Both photos were taken by my mother in 1939 or 1940. The bottom one shows him clowning at the NY World's Fair.
"For me, there's only my wife..."
"Sure I cook with wine - sometimes I even add it to the food!"
"When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?"
"It was a grass harp... And we listened."
"Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?"
) that I forgot to post the two photos below. They will have some bearing on my next posts.