I've been melancholy the past few days, we'll blame that on the flu. I should be blue today, too, since it's a rainy day and I didn't get to play golf. But I'm over the flu and feeling quite chipper.
Still, a rainy day is a good one to look back over one's past. Something that I have been meaning to do.
I have been going over some old photos. Every time I do I recall an song from 1968, or thereabouts, where some old people are talking about memories and lamenting not having photos of the events or people. It might have been a Chad and Jeremy song, or maybe Simon and Garfunkel, I don't recall.
In any event, as I looked through the pictures, I realized how much I changed over the years. We all do, of course. Nothing special about that. There aren't a lot of pictures of me around. My family was never one for albums. Which means that I didn't either. Most of the pictures I took I just passed on to my mother. I don't even have any school yearbooks to look over. Though I do have a couple of Cruise books from when I was in the Navy.
Anyway, I thought I would list a few pictures and let you see my metamorphosis from a boy to an old man. Part II tomorrow.
A Night Unremembered
6 years ago