Suburban Chicago, 1962 or 1963. Dad again used the self-timer to take this photo. He's wearing his Omega watch and a vest my Mom knitted. Dad still wore his wedding band on his right hand. There's a lot of gold in his smile: Dad used to joke that he paid a dentist the equivalent of putting a Volkswagen Beetle in his mouth.
I'm thinking today about the face I've missed for the last twenty-six years.
