This is me with my Brownie camera:
Maybe I was 8 years old. My Dad had a 1957 Chevy, but I don’t think that’s it in the background. Dad probably took this picture in the parking lot somewhere. It might have been at this public park near Willowbrook where we used to go when we visited Michael. There was a lake there, and a lot of crunchy rock.
It’s funny, because I always remembered the number of Mike’s building as 17, like Stalag 17, the movie I saw about the prison camp.
I was wrong. It was 13, lucky number 13.
 Willowbrook was a state mental institution on Staten Island, NY.