In case you wondered where I get my flawless fashion sense:
When I see pictures of my dad from this era, I always think of Jack Nicholson from One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. Or The Shining. Sure, OK, I know. It was the style of the day. Check out my Hush Puppies.
This would’ve had to have been…Christmas ’72. Scott was born the previous March. We’re at my Grandmother’s house here, evidenced by the piano over there on the right (and, again, the slicked hair). What the hell am I wearing there, lederhosen?!