Byrd
March 1st, 2002It is colder than Admiral Byrd’s ass. The chill seeps in through all the windows. In NYC it is hard to escape the forced heat. In Detroit it is hard to escape the cold.
When I was home last year, I moved my parents’ childhood photo albums from acidic albums to acid free ones. It was a huge project. Since then, I have been meaning to scan at least a few. Here is the first installment: my grandparents on their wedding day, my father as a tow headed toddler, and other shots from the early 1940’s.