Please don't think I'm just being overindulgent in displaying images of us in a long lost universe. I am in the midst of trying to scan and save all our old slides and Whit's bff and our "other daughter", Chastity, said that looking at pictures of us as kids gets her through the night at work. I kind of look like the Pillsbury Doughboy here, don't you think? This is at Oak Glen in probably 1975...no, I have short hair. This was '77 or '78. This is also for Gail's cousin, Nancene, because if you don't remember, you were on the other side of the camera here. We haven't been there in years. It was kind of a mandatory thing in the Fall to go there and pick apples and eat at Law's Coffee shop. Best Apple Pie ever. Anybody know if it is still as good as it used to be? Few things are. If you look right above my gigantic 1970s belt, you can see the heartbreak of the dread disease, acute APO, more commonly known as Apple Pie Overload.
This is also a lesson in the difference between men and women. A woman would never post a picture this unflattering. But, as a man, I don't really care. I have not gotten through life on my looks (understatement extraordinaire). Well, you know, that's not entirely true. I remember once when we were dating, Gail told me that she always felt safe around me because when she would go out with other guys, leering, lecherous types would make remarks of the stereotypical construction worker nature to her right in front of her date and they never did anything about it. But, she said that when she was with me, that never happened. I am not sure I completely understand this but I believe it may be due to the fact that for reasons unknown to me, even when I feel that I am smiling pleasantly, I tend to non-verbally communicate something along the lines of, "Hey, give me a reason to hurt you." I don't mean to and I have always thought of it as problematic but being the eternal optimist that I am...it helped me score the perfect wife.