"Mother isn't quite herself today." - Norman Bates, "Psycho"
The times I spent in early 1995 were unlike any other. Being in a relationship with Lisa - and out on our own - was a unique experience and I enjoyed nearly every minute of it. Our little, somewhat-crummy apartment at Woodman Park had been transformed into a rather respectable living location.
Of course, as always, […]
I wrote to Jane Russell on May 23, 1985 - mostly because I had purchased a photo of her through Carl Ahlm’s photo catalog. I had purchased this particular photo because A) It was in color, and B) It showed two hot women, one of them being Marilyn Monroe. I had never seen a single movie with […]
Before the 1990 Prom, I picked up Christi from her house (where the solo photo of me in the previous posting was snapped) and then drove to my house. There my Dad posed us in a variety of ways in my living room and took some high-quality matted photos of us. My Mom also took some […]
I had the day after Thanksgiving off of work plus the weekend, so following the brutal stuffing of myself that occurred on Thursday night, I had three days to recuperate. With all of the leftover turkey, I decided that I would eat guilt-free for the weekend - complete with soda and dessert with every meal. […]
The trip that I took with my family to Florida in 1975 is what I call a ‘lost trip’ - almost completely obliterated from my parents’ memory and photographic records. Each of the vacationers remember small bits and pieces, but no one can conjure up a clear picture of much about this trip. In fact, even the […]