Among the gems I unearthed on my recent travels was a huge panoramic picture taken of my forefathers and foremothers at a giant family reunion sometime around 1929. To give you some sense of it, the picture is more than two feet long, and this is only the middle section of three:
My grandfather, who would have been in his mid-20s, is in there somewhere, although the only people who could have spotted him have long since vanished to the ages. However, just to the right of center, there is one person who keeps staring at me.
I don’t know who she is, but I like her.