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Once a legitimate blog. Now just a collection of memes 'n menz.

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…and how did he get into our house?!
(Yes, that’s a picture of me in the background overlooking Land’s End in San Francisco ca. 1988.)
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I learned a few things about the capabilities of my phone’s camera and associated software…
Not a bad picture for an old guy!
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He arrived on a motorcycle, shucked his helmet and sauntered in with an obvious bulge…
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I’m so glad mustaches are making a comeback. I love me some beards, but there’s just something about a ‘stache that gets this coming-of-age-in-the-80s homo waxing poetic.
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Back when I could still wear a red cap and not look like an absolute brain-dead idiot.
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…but it’s probably my favorite photo from that time period.
Despite the smirk, I did still have some innocence left. The City had not yet completely chewed me up and spit me out. Â It would take another twelve years and two aborted six-month absences to break away from its spell before that would ultimately happen.
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It’s a sad commentary and a reminder that you’ve gotten old when your own photographs start looking like the shots you see in faded magazines.
And you may be wondering why I’m posting all these analog archives things. Well, I ran across a forgotten folder on my drive called “scans (to be sorted)” and it’s full of scanned slides that I’d created when I had a slide scanner (well before the fire and never replaced) with the intent of swapping out the poorer-quality scans in my virtual photo albums that I’d made from photo prints. Obviously life sidetracked me.
So hell…why not post them?
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Probably the best photos I ever got of Rory…and he was drunk off his ass.
And no, it wasn’t a mistake that I filed this post under “Life Lessons.”
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