First, from 1972. This is very hard to make out, I know, but the reason I'm putting it here is because it captures my first beard, from when I was 15. I didn't shave the summer after sophomore year of high school, and this picture is early August (taken at the Fox Hollow Folk Festival). I doubt you'll see much, but here it is anyway.
This is from about the same time, maybe a few months later. It's from a play the synogogue youth group put on, dramatizations of some Yiddish short stories. I include it because when I look at this picture I am amazed at how freakishly much hair I had as a teenager -- I don't mean freakishly long, I mean there's a lot of it. It was very fine and soft, and it still piled on. I have about half this amount now, and it's still pretty thick.
Ok, those are bad scans of boring pictures. I saved the best for last. My friends Lynn and Tim used to have a Halloween party every year. When you walked in the door they took your picture. This was my cobbled-together costume. Me as biker dude.
That's today's meandering walk down memory lane. And it's all about me.