Pictures of Jay's late father are way scarce.  For one thing, he was always the shutterbug, the one who yells "say cheese" and unleashes the Flashbulb Dots Vision Syndrome. The few exceptions have largely been consumed by the dysfunctional family's long-lasting dis-functions.

Nonetheless, this is William Gross himself, photographed in glorious black and white by Jay, himself, with his Hasselblad 500c while the Old Man photographed Jay with the Kodak Instamatic that he's holding.

Says Jay, "We clicked each other at dusk on the lawn in front of my photo lab. The Old Man spent most of the latter part of his life in Rochester, New York, annually revisiting the South to pursue the elusive fish of central Florida. Some summers he took the car train, but when he drove the whole route he stopped off in town for a chat and a night's rest. Born in Rochester, he didn't mind the winters there. I was born in South Carolina and didn't mind the summers here. So... Well, you know."

Here's another one, courtesy of Jay's Cousin Chuck Jermyn of Rochester.

It's a cool old 1940s portrait that suffered greatly from cropping, perhaps to fit into somebody's too-small frame, but Jay managed to Photoshop a scan of it into usefulness.

Then there are these shots, also courtesy of Chuck.

Bill and Joephine (Bill's girlfriend in Rochester), and...

Bill and his sister Irma, in the 1960s in front of the family's home in Aiken.