Perils of the Sweet 16 Challenge
Okay, Dick Jones, Rayne, Philip, the Good Doctor, Melanie - Here’s my entry in the Sweet 16 Challenge. I’m sure there’ll be more of us, a pictorial train wreck of hope and anguish. At the right you find me (left foreground) at late 16 or early 17, at the Perrysburg High School 1966 football Homecoming, doing the White Man’s Overbite (photo courtesy of the 1967 Black and Gold, our high school annual).
In fact, I must be 17, because I didn’t start going out with my dancing partner until after my October birthday. She’s sitting across the desk from me now, reading the New York Review of Books and periodically checking her email, and she could probably tell you to the hour.
Our high school hadn’t gone through the 70s “change” yet, so we’re all in suits with short haircuts.
I created a category, since I think I’ll try to find some more of this Reaper-bait in my photo archives. Hopefully I can find some embarassment in full technicolor.
