I've been scanning a box of 5x7 black-and-white photos that my great-grandfather, Paul Helzel, shot, developed and printed. At the tail end of the box, I found a little envelope with some mid-60s snapshots, including this one of my Aunt Kaaren, my grandfather, and my mom. The MO insists he's already seen it, but I honestly didn't remember it. Anyhow, I think it's awesome.
My mom is one hot chiquita, and I inherited the genetic blessing of those legs. Thank you, Mom! (I'll be ninety-nine, on my deathbed, talking about my great legs. Grandma's were shaped the same, so it seems to be a maternal-line thing ;-) A daughter of my own, however, given the chance to choose, might want to opt for the paternal skinny-gene instead....)
He's holding a Schlitz. A man of distinction and refined tastes. Go Chuck!