The strangest thing about this photo, at least regarding my quarter of it, is that it captures one of my brief skinny periods. Periodically over the years I would starve myself down about thirty pounds, but obviously that was a stupid thing to do and the weight always came right back as soon as I ate anything approaching a livable number of calories again. I have stopped doing that, of course, although sometimes when Morris season comes around and I have to leap way high in the air I consider the extra fifty pounds I now carry and remember what a good faster I can be. Then I hit myself on the head with a Morris stick and remember reality.
Anyway, here we all are, dewy and young and eager. Me, Michael, Jessie, Matthew, and David.
And with that I leave for the weekend. I am heading to Dodgeville Wisconsin tonight to attend a shapenote singing tomorrow.