Ike and me

To answer the overwhelming requests from readers to see the picture of soon-to-be president Eisenhower and me, here it is. Remember, I told you it was blurry and torn. The reason I don’t appear in the photo is that I was so darned cute my mother loved the picture of me, but never would have voted for Ike, so she tore the part with me in it off and took it in to have it framed. Unfortunately, the frame shop had a catastrophic fire, caused by mice biting strike-anywhere matches stored next to the nitrate based film, consuming the entire city block before Mom could pick up the finished product. But I remember the picture very well, and can fill in the missing parts from memory. And that’s enough for me.