Mom is moving to a new place and I helped hear clean out some stuff in the basement when I discovered a suitcase of old photos. Most were blurred vacation photos of people we didn’t know or remember. At the bottom of the pile I found these photos of Knut Andersson, my dad’s uncle. Apparently he joined a circus and had a career as an acrobat which wasn’t popular among the bourgeois relatives. I never met him and know little about him but I am glad there is an acrobat in the family. Maybe it explains my desire to climb stuff.