Sometime around the mid to late eighties, Dad came back from New Orleans with a picture of his face on Conan the Barbarian body. He had a lip snarl and a less tan face than Arnold did, and the picture was funny. That 8x10 picture hung on our refrigerator on Harvard drive for years, maybe a decade. It was largely ignored in our family, unless we had a new visitor to the house. A new visitor always wanted to know the story behind the picture. The story? There was no "story", it was just Dad yeilding a sword and holding his mouth like an Elvis Impersonator (See picture below of the one used for Dad's photo. Wish I still had the one of Dad).
