A few months ago I was thumbing through a pile of old photos on my wife's desk. I came to one of a boy about 8 years old and a guy about 25 standing with one foot on the deck and one on the coach roof coiling a line in his hands. I didn't recognize him. I thought maybe he was a friend of my wife. He had dark brown hair, a great tan and nicely muscled. Out of curiosity I asked my wife who it was. She just looked at me like I was insane! So I looked closer at the picture. It was then that I recognized the young boy. It was my best friends son. I looked closer at the boat, hey that's MY boat! I looked at the guy again, but it wasn't my best friend. Then it dawned on me, Holy ****! that's ME 30 years ago!
Sad when you've lost it, and don't even recognize that you ever had it.
Gary H. Lucas