Today's the day to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my dear couz, Kenny from Alabama. Actually, he lives in Minnesota now, but he seems to have kept a few traces of his southern accent. ("What southern accent?" his dad would say, "I don't talk too slow, you just listen too fast.")
I took this photo on December 25, 1977, at 220 Webster Street. I don't know whose hand is behind his head. Must be someone reaching over to flick the speck of hard sauce off his mustache.
Today in San Diego, Scott and I went to a football game to watch Matt in the marching band. I took a few photos and helped people move equipment around. Scott spent most of his time making conversation with all the cute high school girls.