In retrospect you sometimes have to laugh, and wonder if anyone else picked up on the red fluffy house shoes that I had quite an affinity for. Perhaps the aged photo has altered the color somewhat, but there seems to be a hint of pink in there, too.
Even at the age of six I sensed a difference between myself and other boys my age, for no other reason than our interests never really intersected. I didn't care about sports, never wanted to set fire to everything that was even remotely combustible, and didn't enjoy guns, cars, or capturing reptiles or bugs (except lightening bugs, of course). And the only thing I really enjoyed about Cub Scouts was their Halloween Party, where I won first place dressed as Pinky Tuscadero.
Not that one would connect all the dots at such a young age, but it's just interesting, looking back, that there were so many dots to connect.
Not that one would connect all the dots at such a young age, but it's just interesting, looking back, that there were so many dots to connect.
One flashback from the photo: the purple truck in the background once developed a transmission problem, whereby the only gear that worked was reverse. So my Dad drove it , in reverse, several miles down Lexington roadways to get it back home with my Mom driving in front/behind him, with flashers on, to warn other drivers.
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