This is my dad to the bone, but the Isadora Duncan-like scarf was the photographer putting this shot together for a Dupont Circle calendar of some kind. My mother was classy, but not a showoff. Kansas nice and modestly self-effacing.
Notice the wee terrier in the corner? That's my old working terrier, Pearl, retired to the lap of luxury. Their last terrier, Darwin, now lives with me, and is my TV buddy these days.