My pal Rich Merz did this charicature of me and he really caught that ‘mad hacker’ side perfectly. The monitor really WAS that big.

The way my pal Todd sees me. Of course he sees my good side.

Standing on my new deck after a huge snowstorm… in my barefeet. My pal Nick took this and his comment was: “You are a MADMAN!”

Yep.

“Paintball Animal” – kinda like a Labrador on crack.

Me, my mom and an unknown child on the beach in California (I forget where). I had just graduated from San Joaquin Delta College. It was all just a blur.

No idea who the baby is… my cousin Deana maybe?

Oh my God. OH. MY. GOD.

What happened…? AAIIGGHHH!!!

Thank God the draft ended before I was old enough. I’d have made Charlie Sheen look like Rambo. Rebel without a clue. Headband?? HEADBAND?? What was I thinkin? Still desperately seeking a clue. The other culprits (from left to right) my little sister Paula, my Grandmother and my cousin Laurie, who always looked much cooler than me.

This photo was found via websearch and linked from the Blogger.com blog Unravelling. (look for the word family.)

Angst, thy name is (well, was) Doog. Even paisley couldn’t make me cool.

Sad.

A particularly incisive moment (or I was farting – looks the same).

Good grief. The old saying goes ‘They broke the mold after they made him’ – looks like they broke the mold while they were makin this kid… Had a barber tell me once that my head was shaped ‘like a Coke bottle with the top broken off’. He was a weird man… ‘Monk’ they called him… and not for his monastic habits either.

Good grief. Amazing I wasn’t put to death instantly. I think this was in 2nd grade… so, about 1964. Cold War kid. That shirt is now illegal in most states.

First day of school. School sucked.

Nowadays they call this ‘child abuse’. That poor dog, he lived in fear. I was fourth of five kids and I think my ma just sorta burned out at that point. She was mostly amused by me bein nuts. Of course my dad, well, who do you think took this?

If only I’d been born later, Calvin Klein would have loved me.

The folks and ‘the boys’. Passerbys were probably thinking “must live near a nuke plant”.

Left to right: My Father, George, me, my mother Shirley and my brother David.

I still remember Kennywood Park – I was so lucky to have gone there as a kid. The Thunderbolt was my favorite ride. Worst ride – that damn tippy ark-thingy. Scared me so bad I still have nightmares. THANKS DAD!

So wet behind the ears I’m still dripping.

That vest… good grief.

I remember the photographer (Mr. Schaeffer) saying “That’s the best smile you got?”

Yeah, pal, school sucks.