Although statistically insignificant, we occasionally are interesting – witness the discovery (circa 1994) that we are related, albeit distantly, to other people. The picture illustrates how when travelling we reduce ourselves to two-thirds normal size, strut like air-head runway models and wear outlandish clothes and matching sunglasses (red for males), so as to be unrecognizable to anyone but each other and frightening to strangers. This keeps autograph hounds and Jehovah’s Witnesses at bay. Most of the kids in this picture (taken before Bill Clinton didn’t have sexual relations with Monica Lewinsky) have since grown up to lead unproductive lives as students and temperamental summer residents in the vast, luxurious but awfully cluttered Eimert Family Basement. Love ’em all!