
A photo from 1939 or 1940 shows my paternal grandfather inexplicably smoking a pipe, leaning out of a window of a rather decrepit clapboard house (through lace curtains), and simultaneously typing on what might be an Underwood typewriter. He was also a rocket scientist. True story.
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