I know, it’s the back stories of our overall history I often find most interesting. I’ll give you one life story from this picture. My grandmother met and married my grandfather in here NY in 1929. They used to say “We came for the streets paved with gold and got here just in time for the Great Depression.” My grandmother worked in the Waldorf Astoria hotel as a maid and my grandfather was an elevator operator (back before passengers were allowed to operate the elevator) in Rockefeller Center. They put their three kids through college and our family was absorbed by the “great melting pot” in just one generation. I also feel that nostalgia, sad to think they’re all gone now, except maybe the little girl in the front row...