I have known her for over 50 years.
And I thought "how can that be?"
Time slips through one's fingers, seemingly faster and faster as one grows older and older.
So what better time to turn back the clock, eh Gentle Readers?
The older man is who I saw staring back at me from the mirror just after I had shaved my beard off back in 1991.
I was so startled that I immediately began growing the beard back.
Oh, yeah, that man is my father.
And the cute little rascal he's holding up, already wearing the first of many hats he collected through his life, is me.
On my first birthday.
I can't say much for the rest of the outfit but I will mention as an aside to Val that the short pants weren't a precursor to the Real Short Shorts I wore in a series of travel photos from the 1980's.
Ah, Time, where have you gone?
