February sucked. It sucked real bad. Pops had two hospital visits and I lost one of the loves of my life. That's dad on the right. Mom said that this is one her favorite pictures of him. Me too. He looks so handsome. It's difficult to pull back the curtain at the hospital and see your father dozing and all of a 114 lbs.
He is home and doing fine for the time being. Things get a little scary when a parent gets to be in their 70's. Emailing an old friend last week got me to thinking. I made mom dig up a shoebox or two. I became hellbent on trying to find one in particular.
Somewhere there is a photo of me and Al (Al and I?) standing in the same line to beat the bejeezus out of a pinata. I think that we are about 5. I can't remember if we are standing side by side. Something tells me that Al is peering from behind me. Maybe I'm wrong. Unfortunately I didn't find it, however I did come home with these.
That's mom up above in jr. high. I always thought my mother was prettier than everyone else's mom. Sorry my friends but I still do.
Here I am chilling out on a park bench. Banning Museum can be seen on the left hand side. We used to climb and crawl over every inch of this place as kids. I recall how we used to shriek and scream, telling tall tales to one another about how we thought that we saw a ghost peering from the circa 1864 windows or a head rolling down the stairs. You know how kids are.
I look like a little boy. I'm starting to look like a boy again the way my hair is thinning out these days.
Here I am on the left. Sis took one look at this and made some wisecrack to the effect of "Yeah...that's your mug alright." Smart butt.