Spring 1977

Well, these are the kind of pictures every 30+ year old has in his family album. The yellowish outdoor shots, vanishing more and more every year. So I am glad I am capturing these shots digitally now. This is me in the Spring of 1977. I just got competition from a little sister (still an attention whore, although a sweet attention whore), so I had to find my own ways to get my parent's laughs. There's an amazingly large collection of pictures of me doing weird things with my face coming up!