Normally blogs proceed in the reverse of one's life by having the latest or most current entry first. I decided in order to get some perspective, that I wanted to look back before looking at where I am now. So bear with me, while I show you all where I came from.
Look at that kid.
I think that is the closest to the "Home Alone" kid photo that you will see. The suspenders and black and white image are a dead give away to the fifties. I was born in the early fifties when all the young boys had their own cap gun six shooters and cowboy hats. If you don't know what a cap gun is, look it up. They were great. The guns working hammer would strike a small pocket of gun powder on a paper tape strip that was rolled into some part of the gun which I don't remember but the small flash and smell of gun powder was much better than anything video games can offer now. You poor Gen X, Y, Z'ers or whatever's are simply at a deficit to what we had.
I had my own leather cowboy outfit - leather vest, and chaps at the age of 5 or 6. Still have them. Of course you'd have to be under about 3' 6" to fit in them. And one Christmas I received my own Paladin gun set.
Moving forward to Jr. High School at Marcus Whitman Jr High is another story. No photos really. At least none that I have found so far. But that was the beginning of being bullied and finding my place in the social order below the guys that would punch you in the face like Jim Burger did to me.
So kind of a gap here.
