Last week Ann and I met up with my parents and ventured to the wilds of Columbus, Ohio to witness the Bar Mitzvah of Young Kevin Feinberg. Like a putz, I took no pictures of Kevin or his very entertaining father, Eric (my second cousin), mother Marcy or younger brother Gregory. I did get a few other photos, though.
This fish adorns the senior Feinberg home, along with photos of my midwestern cousins.
Here is Ann with Hank. Growing up, I think I used to call Hank “Uncle Hank”. . .he’s a very “Uncle Hank” kinda guy, even if he is technically the spouse of my first cousin once removed. (Got that?)
Here Ann sits next to Sibby and her first cousin Gloria (far left.)
I took no photos of the temple or religious ceremony. But I did whip the camera out at “Supergames!” the swingenist spot in Columbus. Here Ann takes the rock to the hoop — nerf style.
Here I am being attacked by Marc Bolan’s band.
Same goes for Ann.
I’m thinking about going in the Spider Hop.
In the Spider Hop. Notice how all small children have fled in fear.
This adoreable little moppet is actually related to me. This is Rachael, my second cousin once removed (got that?)
These two are related even more distantly. In fact, I don’t even think there’s a word for how we’re related. They’re from L.A. and very nice. They were very excited to rake leaves (I guess you don’t get to do that much in L.A.)
Cousin Jeff tug-o-wars with his young son.
And then rides the wacky bike.
Hank and Rachael on the wacky bike.
And Hank and cousin David on the wacky bike. Finally the kids leave the toys to the adults!
I am in the center, tied around the waist, playing a game of Human Foosball (!)
In the midst of all these shenanigoats, George Hoffman takes a meeting.
