I was born March of 1955, in Manhattan, NY of Polish/ Jewish/ Survivors. My parents followed the borsch belt to Miami where my father became an itinerant photographer. At first working with a man with a pony, then going from one beach-side hotel to another. Sometimes he would go to the local pier for a large shark or fish to drape across his hood so people could have their picture taken with it. 鈥淪tand here, hand on hip, head back, say cheese...
Coming back the next day with the 鈥減roofs鈥� in one of those one-eye-peepers, hoping to sell a couple of enlargements.. Anything to make a buck (which is what he charged for a peeper). It was a hell of a way to make a living, and it still amazes
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