When I was a kid I'd occasionally ask my father to flex his bicep...I wanted to see how big his arm muscle was. He always answered the same way: "I don't have one, Bobby". Brilliant Little Bobby suspected otherwise, but didn't press the big guy. Who knew? Maybe Swede did not, in fact, have a bicep muscle.Then one day, when in his sixties, Swede caved to his grown up son's request to flex for the camera. And just as I always suspected, he did, indeed have a muscle. And a massive one, at that. One of the things that amuses me about this picture is that it looks as though my father is barely flexing. I guess he didn't want to tear his shirt.
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