signal flag cabinet containing the numerous flags used to communicate ship-to-ship – a system that is, amazingly, still in use today. I only recall seeing my Uncle Donnie a few times, but he and my mom talked fairly frequently. They were quite close when they were growing up. Uncle Donnie was a bit of a black sheep in the family – he was (I'm told) a serial philanderer who repeatedly was caught cheating on his first wife. My dad told me that when in all-male company, Uncle Donnie was fond of telling stories about his escapades in the (perfectly legal) whorehouses of South Korea. Uncle Donnie made it even worse by marrying another woman (in Florida) while still married to his first wife (in New Jersey). As a consequence he was a wanted man in New Jersey, and couldn't safely visit for years. This photo was probably taken around the time I was born, but he doesn't look much different than my memories of him.
Finally, here are a couple more photos of my youngest brother Mark. Neither of them is dated, nor are there any notes on the backs. The one on the left is a studio shot, perhaps a school photo like Scott's above. He looks older in that photo than my memories of him. I left home (to join the U.S. Navy) when he was nine, so I suspect he's at least ten in that photo. I don't know what the hell is going on in the photo on the right. Purple pants, a dress, a hat from a bad science fiction movie, and colored feathers? What is that? And a saxophone? If he played any musical instruments, I don't remember it. I just did an image search on Google Images, and it looks like that is a mummer costume. This is an element of human perversion that until now I have been blissfully unaware of. Thanks a lot, Mark.
Update – Mark's response:
New years day
Marched 7 miles in the freezing rain
In pink feathers