M.L., I've Got Your Number

Anyone walking into my parents' living room yesterday would have come across a floor filled with old photos, newspaper clippings, and scrapbooks.

My father was looking for one picture. Of himself.  Apparently looking like a "greek god."

He had told his grandchildren about this picture a couple days ago, so he was trying to prove its existence. Or perhaps he was trying to prove the existence of his one-time "greek god" status.  Maybe both.

Anyway, the picture remains "at large", so the search will have to be extended to all areas of the house at some point.

In the meantime, the following picture was discovered.  My mother had not made any claims regarding her youthful physical fitness, but she should have!

Dad wrote a telephone # and comment on the back.
"Mary Lou (what a Babe)"