jonathan alpert
Brother Jonathan has the eyes of a crazy person. His conservative collar shirt and windbreaker do not disguise this fact. Friendly neighborhood rabbi or plotting maniac? You tell me.

russell fee
Brother Russell’s expression says: I like long walks on the beach and going to the opera, I am sensitive yet strong, I am intelligent without being dry. But his eyes say: Take the damn photo already, my chin is getting sweaty!

robert karrow
Brother Bob is sporting a natty tweed jacket and plaid tie, and has taken this rare and fine occasion to comb his otherwise unruly locks. Looking quite professorial, there is no telling what lies beneath his slight smile. It is possible he is wearing mis-matched shoes.

john morris
Brother John is a man of great sophistication and style. While some covet the finest Cuban cigars, John prefers a more hearty leaf, born along the swamps of Alabama and distributed by the fine shopkeepers of 7-11. And what saucy brew befits such a cigar? Why, Old Milwaukee, of course. In a can.

gary strokosch
Brother Gary’s hand is placed just so against his face as if to say: I am casually leaning on this bar as if I have not a care in the world! But what he’s thinking is: I am so tired that if I don’t hold my head up, it is going to disconnect from my neck and roll onto the floor and I can’t afford to tip the waitress enough to clean that up. Something like that.

secret society mascot
Little can be told of this esteemed gentleman, despite his prestigious status as the mascot of the Ancient and Honorable Bibliophilic Society. Some say he is the father of Brother John, believed to be so by their uncanny resemblance and shared devotion to sophisticated libations. Legends abound, and yet the truth may never be known...