My three sons. Or at least that’s what my grandfather sitting there could say. I never met either of my grandfathers. My mother’s father fled his wife and daughter, or so I was told. And my father’s father (shown, front) had died before I was born. But here is my father (center) in uniform, flanked by his older brothers Joe (left) and Buddy (right.) What could this occasion have been that my two uncles were wearing neckties and vests? All three sons are gone now, too. I love my father’s smile in this photo.