I am tired and not on my own keyboard: Spending the night at my parent’s apartment

I shall keep this short and sweet. I have had an interesting couple days. Right now my mind is almost blank. Here’s a photo of my father when he was young, next to the building that he grew up in. This was supposedly shot in 1967.

Next, is a photo I shot of him, in almost the same exact spot, 40 years later(last year).