In the spirit of #TBT, I submit for your consideration, this.
I’m the tall guy in the middle with the amazing belt-loops. My brothers are on either end. The kid in the middle was a neighbor named Gene, once upon a time. His pants defy explanation.
The tree is still there, but much taller. I can’t tell what’s on the lunch boxes, but inside the bags are baked-bean sandwiches and Ring-Dings. Or maybe Ho-Hos.
Forty-two years. Don’t they go by in a blink.
PS. Long as I’m looking backward, please join me in congratulating John for having the good sense to propose to my mother, and Peg for having the courage to accept. They’re celebrating 55 years of wedded bliss today. As you can see, I got them a grill.