Okay, this is totally at random, I realize, but the other day I was moving some stuff and found this picture of my brothers, mom, and me in England. I was about five or six and was attending the local peroqual school - hence the rediculous outfit with the little rams head on my blazer. It was around the beginning of the year, I can tell; the shorts give it away. I wore them until the teacher began whackng me on the back of my bare legs with a stick. Okay, so, I wasn't the best student in the world back then ... plus I was the only Yankee in the place. But, dang! that hurts on the bare leg. So, I started wearing long pants. That was when I began being whacked on the back of my hands with a stick. Hmmm. Not sure which was worse. But, look, matched sox!
One thing that I will say for the teacher ... wish I knew what her name was ... she was one of the first people to single me out for my artwork. Even though she didn't like me, she went on and on about some train that I painted. She made a huge deal out of it and hung it in the front of the room. I was embarassed -- almost as much as when I had to stand in front of the class to be smacked.
Ah, yes ... those fond old days. Aparently it was in fashion, back in the 60's, to wear clothing that didn't fit very well. Check out my brothers! Haahahahaha. What a bunch of dorks we were! Well, okay, so ... some things never change. We're all still pretty much a bunch of dorks. Here's a picture of Mark, Chip, and me some forty five years later.
It looks like our clothes still don't fit ... and Mark grew right out of his hair! Well, mines getting mighty thin too (thankfully I've had a thing for hats all of my life). Chip's just growing a tall forehead.