February 14, 2010
Largely why I was hated in high school

Phil once asked somthing like “is there a photo of yourself you wouldn’t show someone?” This would be it, if I were showing it. The dude on the left was my neighbor to the north of our house in the background. We shared a driveway.
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Oh, Rick. Honey. I need to find some pictures….
I love. this. so. much.
I’m sorry for what you must have felt in high school, Rick. May that part of our brains be washed.
See, I’m not sure we need to wash that from our brains. It is the source of much empathy and perspective.
Also, I just love the happiness on Rick’s face in this photo. We would have been great friends at that age.
I’ve been going through a bunch of old snapshots I brought back from Mom’s and Dad’s at Christmas. Most of them are like this. Me: “posing” in some fashion. Me: grinning. (I hope to prove posing was in my genes, judging from these pictures, I come from a long line of posers.)
Deron, for the most part, the pain is gone. I think it has been replaced with empathy and perspective. And I know Cindy would have saved me a safe seat on the bus. Amanda Mae, *I love it, too.*
For me, there is a little magic in the last six tags I put on this almost accidentally. Just by virtue of their alphabeticality.
That’s right. He’s all mine. The trick is getting him to pose more often. When he gives that grin, his eyes twinkle and the world lights up.