Check my pops at six, in hat, wool shorts and brace (stint of polio) at his boyhood home in Switzerland. Notice the artfully placed wreath. I wonder if the photo is the work of my nutso-grandfather or my saint-of-a-grandmother? Never mind; feeling badly for my children who have received two big "Es" in their gene sequencing. E for ears. As my friend and artist Dr. Z says, "You can tell they're all listeners."