12/26/2025
Capiche #21: Bird in Florence
If I ever get around to turning Dad’s Capiches into a book, the story about him and Mom in Florence (https://www.capiches.com/c/the-capiches/capiche-1-mom-and-dad-in-florence) will be the first and this one will be the last.
First, the Background:
I’m not sure where it started, but my buddies and I had a thing about flipping off the camera whenever we were in pictures. It rarely was super obvious, but enough that if someone went back and looked at it later it would be there waiting for you. Typically, the more formal event the more likely you were to find a middle finger sneaking into it. Weddings pictures, graduations, you name it.
Of course, Dad wasn’t a big fan.
“Sam, these are big events and pictures can last forever. Is that really what you want someone to think of when they find an old picture?”
Since none of us ever had cameras, it didn’t bother us much, so we kept doing it. The first year Lynn and I were together, there were 13 weddings. That had to equate to a few hundred middle finger pictures that are out there somewhere.
Much to Dad’s disappointment, the whole family would join in from time to time.
He eventually would laugh it off, but clearly not one of the times I really took his advice to heart.
Fast forward to the picture in Florence below. I was so excited I captured this candid version of a long-married couple’s love for each other without them knowing. I decided even though the trip was in April I would frame the picture and give it to them that Christmas. I did.
They opened it and smiled and said “thanks”, but Dad was laughing a little too hard. I asked him why.
“Notice anything special in the picture?”
“Yeah, it’s you and Mom, in Florence. You were looking in the right direction when I snapped it. Perfect picture.”
“Look at it again. Maybe somewhere around my right knee.”
That sly son of a bitch. Got me at my own game.
And I’m about 100% certain had the picture not come up it would have been years later when I finally found it, if I ever did.