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| One of the few professional
photos taken, proving once again why we have professionals... they can
make event the ugliest baby look good. |
Me and my pop. Gee, he must have been in his mid
20's then. Looks a lot better than I did. I wonder what
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Me, caged like an animal. Apparently, this was for
a reason, I'm told. Anyhow, this must have started a life long
obsession, these days playing out at the PDXEagle. |
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I always like this photo, if for no other reason that
it is one of the few remaining that are actually in focus. Oddly,
to this day, I still stick my tongue out at the camera.
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Growing up, it was still politically correct to play
cowboys and Indians. This is one of my first experiences with
someone who appears to be a real Native American. Little did I
know that this would get me kick-started into the cowboy area to this
day. |
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Here is me wearing my pop's hard hat. Could this
yet be another 'Village People' foreshadow?
That's my sister next to me. |
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A family photo! Actually, there are about 1.2
million photos just like this. It was mom's favorite pose and
dress. Not much room for variation and adlib in these photos.
This was taken at the Oxnard house, where I spent my growing up years.
Check out the wonderful old Mercury station wagon in the background.
That car got us all over the USA before there were interstates (and no
air conditioning).
You can also get a glimpse of the newly planted palm tree. This
tree grew at an amazingly slow rate. Even now, its not much taller
that I am. Love the white decor rock around it. |
| Here's me with my sister and mom. We
got to have lots of animals growing up. These two rabbits were
Easter bunnies one year, and dinner for someone the next year. |
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Lucky, was my first dog that didn't attack me (of which
honor goes to Sheba). Not sure what it was, but it was small and cute.
Gee, I was pretty small and cute. |
| Eventually, I started growing up.
Well, this is debatable. Here is me on my first trip to Europe. I was just out of high school. Love that
70's look. I also love the look of 150 lbs. Oh... for those
good old days. |
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By this time, I was in Oregon and out of college and
into my early mid life crisis. Out on my own, my first motorcycle.
Well, I've only have had two, and I still ride the second. Gee, if
I could just figure out how to get down to 155 lbs again. Ah... to
be 23 again. I know I haven't gotten any taller. Anyhow,
leather and bikes and the PDXEagle make for some good times. |
| These days, getting ready for my next
mid-life crisis. Here is my sister and me all grown up in my
latest house near Molalla. |
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