It was 37 years ago when my mom and dad first moved us to that house next to his. I was just five and my sister was three. I know this partially because I was told and partly because of a picture I saw of my sister and me in our (then) new, huge back yard soon after we arrived. That picture was taken by Gordy. Gordy loved pictures, he loved taking pictures, he loved showing pictures and he loved cameras. He had quite a few cameras and was partial to the Leica brand, believing in the German made precision and quality. If you ever stopped at his house long enough, he would bring out his collection of photos, slides and cameras. He was especially proud of his old stereo lens camera that took images in 3d—very fancy technology, especially for back then. He told me of a story once of how, after receiving a company bonus, he proceeded to the local camera shop and purchased an expensive new camera. I imagine he had his eye on it for some time and knew exactly what he wanted.