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You Chicks Into Younger Men?
The past week has been one of bittersweet reflection for my family. During that time, I found these gems from my past:
The 411: Me, 6, and My Brother, 8, in Orlando, Fla., 1979
The Good: A hot broad with a big rack must've just walked by, 'cause I'm performing the ol' neck-breaker, construction worker style.
The Bad: My chariot awaits: a wood-paneled station wagon. (I think we had a red one back in New York. I know we didn't drive it down to Mickeytown.)
The Ugly: Not much, man. That ain't a bad looking kid considering this was the Village People era.
The 411: Me, 14, in Pelham Manor, N.Y., 1987
The Good: Proudly backing Big Blue in its quest to return to the Super Bowl. Unfortunately, the Redskins and Broncos were "San Diego Bound," but at least LT got to have fun with his coke.
The Bad: No porn yet for the Commodore 64.
The Ugly: Gray sweats/apparent elephantitis of the right leg/fist pump above my package. Take your pick.
The 411: Me and My Brother, Some Beach, Circa 1976
The Good: My super-friendly bro still throws his arms around people in that "Friends Forever" way.
The Bad: Where's my hair? And who dressed me in a striped shirt, plaid pants and a mustard-colored sweater? How did my parents get away with this shit? Where was social services?
The Ugly: Mets cap. METS CAP!!! What the fuck?! Must've been a recruitment ploy by Queens-bred grandpa, but Bronx-raised dad took me to my first game at Yankee Stadium on Bat Day in 1980 (Tom Underwood on the mound for the Bombers). I don't want to hear any front-runner shit.
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I love the these pics! I am frightened every time I look at pics and see how my parents dressed me as a child. Apparently in the 70's, when you and I were babies, it was cool to match plaid w/ stripes or polka dots, etc.--scary!
It takes balls to put up a pic of yourself wearing a Mets lid :). You are excused because you look so adorable in the pic.
That sweater! Why would anyone think, in any decade, that a sweater should be that color??
But cute, happy boys wearing them... :-)
Awwww...I love the one of your brother with his arm around your neck!
I would use the word "precious", but I hate that word.
What were parents thinking back in the 70's when it came to fashion sense for young boys? I had a pair of frighteningly awful plaid pants which, thankfully, had the knee torn out of them when I fell against a rock. The only down side was the gash left in my knee which still to this day bears a scar.
My mother was horrified at the sight of my calm, serene face teling her I had cut myself as blood gushed down my leg. I think my old man was secretly proud of my nonchalance, and knew I had a future in his passion - rugby.
What's wrong with the sweater? If that color is good enough for the NFL Hall of Fame, then it's good enough for Paul.
FYI Paul, I saw everyone's favorite sensai from Cobra Kai on CHiPs last week. He had a nice big head of hair and was using city vehicles to rob jewelry stores.
Great point about the sweater's color and its link to the Pro Football Hall of Fame. If it's good enough for Dick Butkus, star of Hamburger: The Motion Picture, it's good enough for me.
It seems you had some sense back then ... now you are a mindless slave following the horde of the Anti-Christ George Steinbrenner.
I love the these pics! I am frightened every time I look at pics and see how my parents dressed me as a child. Apparently in the 70's, when you and I were babies, it was cool to match plaid w/ stripes or polka dots, etc.--scary!
It takes balls to put up a pic of yourself wearing a Mets lid :). You are excused because you look so adorable in the pic.
Posted by Cass at August 24, 2003 11:11 PM