And here are the same three brothers you saw in yesterday’s posting. Buddy on the left, Joe on the right, my father in front. Though it’s hard to make out who is who, so I’m just judging by their relative ages. My father grew up in Brooklyn and told me stories about sledding down the snowy steps in front of the Brooklyn Museum. But little else. The family moved to New Jersey about five years after this photo was taken. I love that my two uncles are duded up in matching sweaters and caps. And wearing neckties (again!) for this studio portrait. My father’s hat says “Tosca.” What could that have been?