I don't think dad ever knew about selfies. In photos he usually affected a sort of quizzical/sardonic grin, with one eyebrow raised, I think it was the right one. I sometimes feel his ghost passing and realize I'm raising my eyebrow that way. I think his favorite word was absurd. Abzurd, he'd say. And then I'd be laughing at myself, and reassuring myself, I'm not that way, really, inside, I'm not like him. I'm more like uncle Jim.