I borrowed this photo while visiting my parents this weekend. I've always loved this photo of my Dad's Father, Robert Ollmann. There's a sad drawing I did of this picture hanging on my parents' walls. He made all these little animal sculptures and sometimes, when we were kids, my brother and I would find these clay creatures when we were digging in the yard. My Dad always speaks fondly of his old man, that he was a gentle and eccentric gentleman who died young, who came from money but literally died digging ditches who always wore a tie under his overalls. I always wished I could have met him.