While we were visiting Detroit I had occasion to rummage through several boxes of old family photographs. Two taken of me at age five seem uncanny in their foreshadowing of the adult I would become.
"Keep your hands where I can see 'em, pardner, while I go fetch the lasso."
"Hey, Mr. Sondheim! Here I am!"
I'm beginning to understand why my parents didn't look all that surprised when I came out to them.