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I have 3 mental pictures of cousin Howard: 1) on my grandmother’s wall a black and white photo of a cherubic, smiling child with mop of golden curls 2) dripping wet on our doorstep in London en route to his new life in America 3) sliding – in his 60s – down a Picasso sculpture in Chicago. Democrat, jewellery-maker, family biographer, married to a saint.