I think that the main reason we listen to stories about other
peoples' families is because we are hoping to hear about ourselves. It
helps us connect to others. I think that you probably get a special
appreciation out of photographs of little kids from the early fifties,
because that's sort of like your home planet. That's where you come
from. And when I hear about younger brothers, or mothers who helped out
with school projects, or fathers who told their kids about baseball,
that's a little bit like where I'm from. If I see an excited kid in
1994 unwrapping a Super Nintendo, how can I not love that? Or maybe a
kid somewhere, from some other time, whose smile reminds me of a
picture of myself, from that age, where I was smiling just like that.
-F.M.