8.16.2009

My 14 year old son has a serious aversion to having his picture taken. I'm sure he has his reasons, but I don't understand them, because he is a very handsome young man. I think he'll regret it when he's older. I wish I'd had a lot more photos taken when I was his age. I don't think I was averse to being photographed, we just didn't have the money to buy that expensive Polaroid film our camera used.

No matter...here are a few that I was able to dredge up from the archives. In all but one or two of them I'm just about the same age as my boy is now. give or take a year.


This is one of my all time favorites. What a defiant gesture! Such a rock star, convinced that I already was one! Check out the American flag on the wall behind me. And the bulletin board...all those little black and white squares are pictures from the movie "The Exorcist" that I'd culled from various movie magazines. Mostly shots of Linda Blair. When I moved into the bigger bedroom I couldn't take the bulletin board with me so I just pinned 'em to the wall. It looked awful, but I loved it. Ditched a few of the "Exorcist" pics but kept adding more and more of Linda. Oh, and I have no recollection of who painted the lovely horse portrait. Don't know how we got it or where, we (my brother and I) thought it was real cool, though. It IS cool! I wish I still had that thing today, I'd frame it and hang it in the living room.
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At Worlds of Fun amusement park in Kansas City Missouri with my dad, brother and uncle Jim.
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I never wore a cowboy hat. The coat was my mother's. The green, red, white stripe shirt was kind of uncomfortable. The white pants...well, you just don't see those around much anymore, do you? But what a pose, folks. What a pose.
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My brother and I sitting on the porch. Basically the one thing I like most about my appearance when I was in my early-mid teens was my hair, and to my way of seeing I think it looks pretty damn cool here. Not meaning to be vain in any of this, after all, the times have been long gone history and I sure as hell don't look like that anymore. You can see my mom's "rock garden" in front of the porch, complete with ceramic cactus. She used to walk down old dirt roads collecting rocks she thought were pretty, she'd put 'em all in a bag then bring them home and arrange them in the rock garden. Pretty cool Nowadays the area is cordoned off by old lumber beams and filled with hard soil ugly as sin.
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One of my best friends (at the time), Randy and I jumping from the back of my dad's old Ford pickup truck. I'm sure my brother took the picture and I'm also sure I told him to catch us in mid-air. Which he obviously did. I don't remember what year that truck was from...We had it when I was only a kid, so it couldn't be any older than early 60's. I'm thinking it was quite a bit older than that, even.
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I was going through a serious "Beatles phase" when this was taken. Notice all the pictures of the Beatles I have tacked to the wall behind me? You can tell they're ripped from some magazine. You can't hardly see the album I have in my lap, but it's "Yesterday and Today". Peace, brother!
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Here's a testament to the morbid sensibility I exhibited even as a young kid. This was taken while on vacation in Arkansas (I think...it may have been in OKC, in my aunt & uncle's back yard). My brother and I found this dilapidated car. I told him to snap off a picture of me laying on the hood as if I had just been run down. Who knows why I placed the flowers on my chest...
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Now this one's kind of odd. Of course I post it here because I think the hair looks really great :), but check it out...my dad is grilling up some barbeque, but he's wearing a coat. You just don't barbeque in the cold, do you? And there I am, standing outside with a thick shirt on, but no shoes. I won't even mention the hilarious high water pants because they have nothing to do with the enigma of cooking out on a frigid day.
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Clockwise from top center: yours truly, my grandmother, my cousin Andy, my mom and my dad. You can't really tell from the photograph, but I'm wearing a black fishnet tank top! I loved that shirt! You just don't see people wearing those anymore. Too bad.
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A follow-up shot from the morbid car crash series. I had this small cut of something on my leg and it had been bleeding...I thought, how cool would it look if I laid down in the front seat of this junker and try to look like I'd just been in an accident (reflecting on it now I am amazed at how truly creepy this all is). Probably had something to do with the song "D.O.A." by Bloodrock that was a favorite at the time.
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Okay, here's the last one, and once again I include it because I think the hair is so kick ass...crazy thing, at the time I HATED my hair. But just LOOK at this afro! Actually I think the effect was enhanced by pressing the back of my head up against the wall. No matter. It's CRAZY!
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