During the past couple months, I've been happily using my passport again. Even after all these years of traveling, it's still fun collecting the stamps to fill the pages with reminders of where I've been. As I carefully replaced my passport in its special drawer today, awaiting its next opportunity, I looked through some of my expired passports in their little pile. In one passport, I'm pictured with a tired and none-too-happy infant in my arms. Below is my passport photo from my early 30's, when I was on my way to live in the Middle East -- with three little kids.
The other photo is my younger brother's high school graduation photo. He became a nuclear engineer. We joke that I became a nuclear-family engineer. See the family resemblance? .