Want to cast me into a foul humor? Ruin the moment? Quicken my ire?

Just bring out a camera and say, “I want a picture.” This family sibling picture shows my patented sour-pix-puss frown that’s become legendary in family lore.

I'm not a gracious picture taker.

I’m not a gracious picture taker.

I posted this shot from the late 1950’s because I had never seen it until yesterday when my sister dug it up among an aging aunt’s photo collection and sent it to the family. In case there’s any doubt as to who I am, I’m the little fellow wearing the frown of disdain.