September 20th, 2009


More Nostalgia Ahoy

Had a good visit with mom for our shared birthday. Chit chat and a lunch outing to El Torito Grill. Their cats find presents wrapped with bows even more inviting than I do.

I came away with some albums and a scrapbook for more scanning. There is a lot of weird stuff in the scrapbook. Apart from my previous entry, there were a couple other things worth scanning:

If you enjoyed the Big Book of British Smiles, then you'll love my before and after orthodontia photos.

Me in marching band.

An unpublished poem from my ALL CAPS period.

My first publication as a journalist.

Blonde mini-me.

For my next trick, I will maybe transcribe some of the other things for posterity.

More from the Scrapbook Files

Wow. I thought I was going to transcribe a lot of this, but some of it is so embarrassing, that I'm closer to burning than transcribing it. This one mortified my mother... but I'm proud of my analogy:

"My pet's name is Tai. She is my cat, and she is playful. One thing that's humorous about her she chases the dog around, And I go to bed she jumps up starts purrrrrring and it sounds like somebody is blowing farts then she puts her claws out and starts combing my hair."

My Pet Monster [1976]
My Pet monster is called a zitto a zitto is harmless unless it gets dry, it lives under-water. it gets fangs when its dry. That's all I can tell you now I have to study it more.

[accompanied by a crayon drawing of the wormlike zitto in a water filled bowl, and a zitto that has leapt out of the water and, thus, has fangs]

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