He doesn't see it, which I also find incredible. The trouble is that this particular photo of my Dad does not do the resemblance justice. It's actually pretty uncanny. The forehead, the nose, the cheeks, the beard, the eyes, especially the flesh around the eyes and especially the expression of the eyes, the eye to the the right side of the portrait even more than the other eye; that there is my Dad. Somewhere along the line he must have taken a bus to the 1630's, gotten his portrait painted, and hurried back home before breakfast, without anybody catching on. Well, the jig is up. Or at least, you look a lot like Galileo, Dad.