My dinner guest was looking over our family photos posted around the living room.
He came across the one shown here of my brother, Jim, 4 years old, and me, at 5, taken by our grandmother in 1943. She was so proud of her Kodak Brownie Six-20 camera, and Jim and me, too.
At first, the conversation centered on our trim little physiques. My guest noted we were borderline skinny by today’s standards.
Then, he poked fun at the high-top leather shoes we were wearing. They were bigger than our feet—almost like clown shoes.