My grandpa is the one who got me into photography. I was interested as early as 12 years old. His OM1n was just magical to me. Here he is a couple weeks ago, with a jury-rigged flash outfit. The one on the bracket is slaved to the built-in flash on the P&S with the little slave peanut. This one kind of looks like he was mid-photo, and that my reflexes are at the speed of light, right? But it was actually my flash that triggered his slave.