holiday outfits

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."