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[1] where we used to go when we visited Michael. There was a lake there, and a lot of crunchy rock.
I took this picture of Dad bringing Mike out of his building on one of our visits:
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.
[1] Willowbrook was a state mental institution on Staten Island, NY.
