"The 70's was the Best Time of our Lives".
My dad always bragged about how AWESOME growing up in the 70's and 80's were. "You'd get pulled over for pot and the cops would just smash it to the ground and let you carry on with your day. Nowadays they'd bust you if you looked like you had one drink. What bullshit", he'd say.
He's been out of town for the week to visit some friends in Colorado Springs; they're all about to head over to a famous car show in Moab. Naturally, I took it upon myself to explore the house a bit more since he's gone. Yesterday afternoon, I rummaged through old pictures / eclectics while drinking a vodka tonic and found over 20 huge boxes stuffed to the brim with old photographs that had belonged to my dad. JACKPOT. While 80% of these images were silly snapshots of car parts and junkyards,I found a few gems. I could look at these babies for hours.
The last image was me as a baby. FYI. Wasn't I kind of cute? Kind of?