This is my uncle, Stein. He sometimes is disgruntled. It appears he is disgruntled in this picture, but no. This picture is actually when Stein is in a pleasant mood. Stein likes rye bread and beer. Sometimes he comes to my campfires, and we sit around smoking pipes and other various tobacco wonderfulness, and talk about things like potato guns and cannons and various weaponry. I learn a lot from my uncle Stein. He has lived a lot and has learned a lot, and doesn't talk much, but when he does, its worth listening to.