The rapture/armageddon came and went and I’m still here. Hey! Wait! Where’d everyone go to all of a sudden?

My father’s father, lying down in the middle of the photo, emigrated with some of his family from the “old country” to Cordoba, Argentina before WWI. He and his sister (who must be one of the women in the photo) only stayed a while there before moving to North America.

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Click on the picture for a little insanity…

Elizabeth Taylor, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, altered version

Actually, the kitty wasn’t schizo. The artist was. I recall reading that this series of paintings was done by an artist who became increasingly schizophrenic and the progression of the artist’s disease was chronicled in the paintings of his or her cat.