Flashback, courtesy of my father, Dad

Real football -- no pads!

What do you see in a photo?

My father sees his 1966 Chrysler station wagon.

I see my racing bike which could leap over dirt ramps.

A doctor sees my broken wrist and cast.

Who sees the fashionable pants?

Who sees the helmet and cleated shoes?

The brick wall?

The potted plant?

The cracked sidewalk?

The jersey?

The window shutter?

The type of photo paper?

The date?

What else do you see in this nine-year old boy staring back at you, unable to play football because of a plaster-of-paris cast?