I suppose I should caption this, “Last man standing.”

The photo was taken in September 1966, at my sister’s apartment in Palo Alto.

From the left: My mother’s younger brother, James Peterson Yonge (1921-1994); my sister, Bonnie Pauahi Stevens (1943-2016), and my pre-beard self.

Uncle Jimi was quite a character. He spent his adult life working on ships, first on freighters, then on the Matson passenger liners that cruised the Pacific, rising to the rank of Chief Purser (meaning he ran the ship’s business operations). He had a group of friends who he remained close to his whole life. Kent Bowman, who worked on the land office side of the shipping industry and had a side career as a pidgin english comic, was one who frequently accompanied Uncle Jimi when his ship was in port and they stopped in to have a drink (or more) with my parents. Jimi and his friends were all great story tellers, much to the delight of us kids as well as our parents, although some of the stories were likely a bit off-color and probably not suited for my young ears. It was sad to lose him at a relatively early age.