a scan a day

GPOYW (murderer edition), 1973

Knife in hand, mutilated fish corpse lying aside my knee — it was me, I did it.

Family Vacation, Punta Baluarte, Philippines — Spring ‘78

I’ve mentioned before that in most of our family photos someone was always mad about something — it’s my turn here. My mom’s smiling. She probably just said something horrific to me. My mom & I, we had a somewhat contentious relationship for the first 45 years or so. It’s much better now.

Happy Father’s Day!

Dad, Maui, 70s. We had some pretty great vacations when we were growing up, thanks to this guy.

family vacation, 1975

Another photo from this trip. Frankly, it could be anywhere. That was the year we visited Bangkok, Rome, Capri, Pompeii, Athens, Zurich, London — probably other places, too, my memory’s fuzzy.

That tank top w/ its tiny pink & green flowers paired with the hip hugger grey cords was my favorite outfit that summer. My dad’s probably wearing a custom shirt; they were dirt cheap to have tailor-made when we lived in Singapore.

Skiff Lake, New Brunswick, Canada, 1973

In the living room of our vacation cottage. Amazing view. We caught & cleaned & cooked our own fish nearly every day for three weeks. I’m posting this because it may have been the last time I had any semblance of an ‘ab.’ Also, my brother’s outfit is awesome.

Oh, and — nice shag.

happy family (tower of london, 1975)

My mom’s caption in the photo album reads:

Everybody was “toured-out” by England!

We did a LOT of traveling as a family unit during the 70s and frankly, it’s a rare photograph from that time that features everyone smiling. Someone was always mad about something. That’s me next to my Dad. I was 15 and already a tall drink of water.