Andy is enjoying his recliner when…

…he sees his photo on Doug’s coffee mug.

That’s Dougy on the other side. 

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Old photos evoke memories, some good, others sad, sometimes just a mystery. Who is that? Why are they on horses? Is that when we took the fated trip to California? Or maybe it’s Idaho. How can one confuse the two? From the sad birthday celebration faces, that must have been during WWII….

Then, my Seattle sister sends this face from the past! Yes, that had to have been shortly after I got out of the US Army. After three years of short haircuts, I let the hair go. I have straight hair – or “had hair then” – that got like this when I worked as a vulcanizer operator on the night shift at the hose plant. It was hot, nasty work. When I had a chance to move into a quality control job, it was a no brainer!

I’m reasonably sure I got the time the photo was taken right because I’m not the svelte fellow who came out of the US Army in the photo but the chubby one who, by then, was eating homecooked meals and sharing a beer or two after work with friends. It took a few months to get into that state!