When my son was one year old, we decided to have his picture taken by a professional baby photographer. I selected a very fine photographer, and when we arrived he had my son pose for him in various natural poses. Fortunately, my son was in an extremely good mood, and it went well.
As we were preparing to leave, the owner said that the picture we select from the proofs would automatically be entered in a photographic baby contest they were having. I was skeptical of course, thinking it was some sort of come-on and it went in one ear and out the other. He said the pictures would be ready in a week after we selected the one we liked best.
Four days later, I was driving home from work and I hear this company advertising their services. I barely kept control of my car when they announced that my son had won the first prize. The prize was the same picture done in oil paint.
My son never went to Hollywood, but I was pleased that he had inherited my sense of humor, perhaps even surpassing it. He writes a newsletter for the IRS; and take my word for it, he goes above and beyond the call of duty making people smile in his newsletter. You better believe his humor is so subtle you don’t realize you are laughing out loud.
About Jerry Goldberg
