Let Inga Tell You: The oil portrait that my father commissioned of me in July, 1966 when I was 18 had been embalmed in bubblewrap for more than four decades in the back of a closet, the downside of my not having moved in 43 years. But when I realized last month that it was the 50th anniversary of this work, I decided it was time to either hang it, dump it, or inflict it on the kids.