Sunday, September 7, 2008
Give me five on the black-hand side. I think that was the name of a movie. Anyway, it is the fifth week of waiting and you know what that means. It is picture time. Doing this little project I've discovered a few things. There are many more pictures of my brothers than there are of me. The other thing I've been wondering is if I ever sat still. I was at my fathers in Indianapolis last week and he has old pictures all along the walls. I asked him if I was really that happy as a kid and he said the pictures don't lie and it was hard keeping up with me.
Well here you go. December 1971 we got to stand on the other side of our living room. Not much new with the family. I remember getting those pants for Christmas and loving them. I had to put the hand on the hip for emphasis.
I was so in love with my oldest brother. I used to follow him around and imitate everything that he did. That might be why he's always looking so happy. We were at my aunt's house in Detroit -- we were ALL dressed alike. My mother was kind of into that. Who's that on the phone? It's the EMBASSY!