I accompanied Mike on a vacation with his group-home mates back in 1996. This was, to say the least, an interesting and eye-opening experience. I documented one of Mike’s peculiar behaviors in the two frames below. When I would give him some of my sandwich, he would toss it over his shoulder. I don’t know […]
I took a lot of photos of my brother beginning in the late 1980s. Here, I took one of Mike looking at one of his portraits. I’m not sure if he recognized himself.
I remember how surprised I was when Mike was taken, along with his fellow residents, to a grocery store. At this point, I wasn’t familiar with the activities the group home management provided to their charges.