When I was about four, my mother married her second husband, the guy I call Dad. Initially, he moved out to New Jersey, but eventually, we all packed up and came out to California. For awhile, we lived with his sister Margie and her husband, Uncle Larry. The man in this picture is Uncle Larry's father. I can't remember his name, and I only met Larry's parents this one time, but I do remember some bitchin' kugel during their visit, and that in and of itself deserves some mention in these pages.