Earlier this month, this blog sped past the 10,000 hits mark. At the time, several of us had an in-depth discussion about what the number meant.
Our conclusion? Not much. Someone (maybe me) tossed out the idea that any blog could engender hits with the right combination of words in titles and posts. We shall see.
Today's title is not exactly what it seems. Michael Dickson just turned 64, I am not far behind him. On Friday a friend from my Air Force days also had a birthday.
I coincidentally ran across this picture today.
The year is 1973 -- Memorial Day. I joined my friends Robin (the birthday boy), Dennis, and Diane, Dennis's wife, on a water-ski camping trip to Lake McClure in central California. I was getting ready to leave for an assignment in Greece. The year I had spent in California was to turn out to be one of my fondest memories.
But none of us knew that at the time. We were simply young and having fun.
As we grow older, we tend to get very self-conscious about our appearance. I have a friend who has two rules about old swim suit pictures:
1. If found, destroy them.
2. If rule #1 is not followed, hide them in the underwear drawer. (A very odd place, if you ask me.)
So, what do I do? I publish my self-incriminating photograph -- because it is a part of who I am -- or was.
Robin: happy birthday. Dennis, Diane: May life be very good for you. Steve: Go put on some electronic pants.
If that was not good enough for your daily laugh, try this one. Steve Cotton in his late 20s in law school. What's with that look?
(Special thanks to Todd of Life in El Corazon for adjusting the quality. The subject, he could not help.)