This weekend is a family reunion at Mom’s place. Four generations will represent. This has caused me to do some reminiscing. This, and a DVD slide-show I made for my Dad’s birthday in May. Lots of photos of my youth. Not always a good time, looking at what was, but bittersweet. For your viewing pleasure: my childhood:
In front of the much-lamented Porshe that Dad had to give up in favor of more family-frindly vehicles. I think this was Salt Lake City.
Big Bro and me at GC.
Big Bro, me, and Little Bro #1
I was the only player to score a home-run! (The fact that the other team overthrew all three bases had nothing to do with it! I rocked the diamond, I tell you!)
Dig the ‘chops on Dad! And introducing Little Bro #2. In our DC home.
At the ranch in Winnemucca, NV.
Skipping ahead: The results of this childhood:
All my life’s a circle, ya know?