Mike and Chris stole a plastic Santa from someone’s yard one Christmas. The plan was to take it all over the place, take pictures of the Santa there, and then return the Santa and pictures to the yard the following Christmas. I don’t know if they ever finished their project.
Here’s Santa and Mike. Not sure where.
Mike’s car in highschool. It was a 198? Nissan Pulsar. The paint had lost all of it’s shine—at one point Mike and others wrote all over it with chalk. You can see it still on the bumper and a bit above the license plate.
That’s Mike on the right of the car. I think I took this picture. I think Mike has a pair of underwear on his head.
I don’t know why there was a tennis racket in there. None of us played tennis.
Mike recently asked me for a photo of him and mom. I actually don’t have many, and the ones I have aren’t always ‘serious.’ I had about 100 slides from home from our childhood and said I’d look through those. This batch of slides were the loose ‘reject’ slides that never made their way into boxes or trays. I was relatively unsuccessful, but I did find a couple photos that my dad took that I think are really neat. I’m going to start going through the old slides at home and digitizing them.
I remember some of the things that I used to love when I was a kid. Two prominent ones that have popped up recently in my life are long underwear and knives.
I bought a pocket knife. I’m always in need of something to cut open packages or whatever, so I finally just bought one at Target. I’ve used it so many times in the last week, it’s awesome. And it’s small. Again, as a child, I, like most boys, loved knives. I should have remembered those lessons learned as a kid.
I was cutting something in my office today (a string or something similar), and my female office mate goes, “You have a knife in your pocket?!?! That’s kind of scary!” Whatever. Comments like that show you exactly what is wrong with the world today. Yes, its a pocket knife. The blade is 2 fucking inches long. What the hell am I going to do with that? It’s actually useful to have a knife. Why have people become super-sensitive to this stuff?
I didn’t quite realize how cold your legs get in pants. Well, I realized it, but never really thought about fixing it. I got a bike recently to commute, and in case you haven’t noticed, its below freezing outside, so riding around in a pair of jeans just isn’t going to cut it. So I got ‘wicking athletic tights,’ which is just fancy speak for tights. They go right under your pants and they are made out of some material that supposedly dries really quick, so it doesn’t become a soggy mess when you sweat in them. Why we didn’t have materials like this when I played sports, I’ll never know.
Briefly, (ha, pun intended), long underwear rocks. We loved long underwear as kids.