This is a cool favorite pic.

This is me walking behind a car that I was almost born in because my father drove my mother to the hospital in it when she started to give birth to me.

Years later, I would learn to drive in that car. Smooth automatic.

It’s a 1959 Ford, and I see Fairlane on it, but I swear I remember my father calling it a Galaxie 500. Maybe there is more badging on the car that I cannot see. It had a HUGE steering wheel that I remember my mother’s wedding ring clanking against it as she made turns.

I was also in this car with mother driving when we heard about JFK being shot on the radio. I was really little, but I remember people freaking TF out. People were making u-turns on High Point Road and going home. My mom did this, too.

Me age 16. I had to ride all the way across the country and back in the car with my parents without having a single cigarette.

Me. High school. Still tender, succulent.

Embarrassing hypermasculinity from 2007. Do not attempt. ⛔

Sweet sixteen 
Ain’t he peachy keen

Me at 16 when I was still a skinny little chicken. 🐥

Who wouldn’t love such a sweet thing as that? 😁

I had a nicely corrupted mind, and loved sneaking down to the back of the yard to smoke my clandestine cigarettes where nobody could see me. 🚬😈