You never know what you're going find when you start digging through thousands and thousands of your grandfather's old negatives. When I popped open the oldest box labeled "Negs 1949 1950 1951" and started thumbing through the hundreds of 4x5 inch brown paper envelopes I was certainly very conscious of that feeling of mystery. Just what stories lay waiting to be told in these boxes of paper and acetate? One of these stories is very mysterious indeed, and stars none other than my grandfather, Joe, and an intriguing young lady that I now know as "Cyntra Ann".