

My boys always get a kick out of these pictures because they just can't imagine that I could have been this young or this small. I look at them and feel really old.
A "southerner in New York City" trying to survive as a husband, dad, breadwinner, artist, photographer, and all of the usual "baggage" that entails . . . ruminations on growing up in southern suburbia during the 70s and early 80s . . . a sampling of my photographs and paintings . . . all filtered through the sieve of clinical depression, too much education, and always, my very biased opinions.
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My lands, you were cute! I noticed the white hard-soled shoes that were a mainstay when we were little and yet you so rarely see them anymore. It's a wonder our kids can walk right... The downside to those shoes, aside from polishing them (with Sani-White) on Saturday nights in time for church on Sunday was this- holding a child on your lap wearing said shoes, would inevitably involve some squirming by said child. Which would inevitably result in having your inner thigh tramped upon by those hard, hard soles. I'm talking some serious pain...
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