Young and Wild

     I looked like this twice in my life. Once was during the summer I spent on the grounds crew at the 1900-unit apartment complex my dad managed, with my buddy John, picking up paper with those nail-end sticks. I may still have another photo of us crossing our paper-sticks like swords. I felt like a knight that summer of '76. It was a time of spiritual opening.
     I think this was the other time, though, during 1969-70. Don't ask.