Public Appearances

While surfing Michele's Weekend Meet & Greet a few weeks ago I found Courtney. Despite the fact that she lives in Boston I've made her one of my mandatory stops. It's a good thing too because I was able to steal this idea from her.

Most of my life, all of my fashion has been a great big Glamour Don't. Even now Stacy and Clinton would have field day with me. I'm pretty much a jeans (or shorts) and t-shirt kind of guy. My idea of dressing up is to put on a polo shirt.

In high school flannel shirts were a wardrobe staple for me. I only stopped wearing them when it just got too hot in the summer, then I would switch to a t-shirt. I usually had very long hair, but since I liked to perform in the plays I ended up cutting it just before the performance week twice a year. 

In the picture on the left, that's me on the right at the Brigadoon cast party. If you're feeling masochistic you can click on it to enlarge it in new window. The raised fists are not because we just won our ping-pong game. We were doing the Time Warp.

No, that's not a typo.  I was actually doing the Time Warp, and I wasn't drunk.

*sigh*  I'm amazed I didn't get beaten up a lot.

Since this was the spring of 1979 I must have been 16 in the picture. I'd just gotten my hair cut the week before so what you see is about as short as my hair ever got back then. As a bonus--for me anyway--you can just see my future girlfriend's ass in the extreme lower right corner.

While I'm humiliating myself I figured I'd go ahead and share some more of my youthful indiscretions with you. In college I went through a 'Hawaiian' phase where I wore either brightly patterned Hawaiian jams or shirts. Thankfully I seldom wore both or I might have blinded someone.

The picture on the right appeared in the Denton Record Chronicle when they did an article about me. At the time I was the Program Director for the UNT radio station. If you haven't eaten you can click on that picture too.

Luckily I was not wearing any of my Hawaiian shit that day, but that shirt was a very loud and obnoxiously colored plaid and the picture does not accurately depict how ugly that shirt really is. I have no idea what happened to it, but since it wouldn't fit me today it's probably just as well.

We're still on the subject of stupidity, right?

5 years ago my sister was newly engaged and was going to move back to St Louis from Los Angeles. I flew out there to help her pack, and also to help her make the drive back.  I went out early so that we could play in LA a little bit too, as I'd never been there before.

While strolling along Venice Beach, my sister got the idea that we should get matching henna tattoos, take a picture of them, and then send the picture to our mom. I thought this sounded great, so we did it. That night we staged this picture on the left, and when we emailed it we told mom that we'd gotten really drunk and thought it would be cool.

So guess which idiot found out that he's allergic to henna?

Initially I thought that the reason it swelled and puffed up was because of the exposure to the sun from my hanging that arm out the window. However. long after the henna faded there was a burn in the skin in the outline of the tattoo. 5 years later when I get any sun on that arm, the part that got the henna never gets as dark, and you can still see the imprints.

Oh, and mom wasn't fooled for a second. 

Finally here's a picture of my sister and me in our MUCH younger days with our childhood pet Heidi. As a youth I seldom wore shoes in the summer, and even now I rarely wear them any longer than is necessary.

Looking at this picture--yes, you can click this one too--now I realize what an ugly dog Heidi was, but I remember her fondly. I remember her as the most beautiful dog in the world.

She was a great pet, who would lay there quietly whenever a small boy needed someone to just hold on to and pour out his troubles, and who would play for hours at the mere mention of the word 'ball'.

It's hard to believe I was ever that young.

~Easy

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