Flight 26

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Remember when you could get a tour of the airplane’s cockpit? The pilot himself took this shot. I think it was on Frontier airlines. With my blogging background there’s no way in hell I’ll ever see the inside of a cockpit again. It smelled funny. Aftershave and something… funky.

Beefy Boy

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During my contracting days at IBM. I took my glasses off for this shot. My pal DJ Cline took this. Ah, I remember when most of my hair wasn’t grey. I’d just bought my first house (in Longmont) was making a great salary and working with folks I loved at one of the best employers in the Boulder Valley. It was the salad days.

Damn Hippie Punk

Damn Hippie Punk

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.)

Broke the Mold

Doog in 4th grade

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.

Class Act

Class Act

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.

Kennywood Park Family Day

Kennywood Family Day

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!