I was going through some old photos and dug this up. Here’s a quick story.
It was sometime in the late 1980s. Despite the fact that I look like I’m 15 in this picture, I think I was 23, almost 24. That would put my brother pretty close to his 26th birthday. Yes, that’s my brother standing next to me. For some reason the stars crossed in such a way that we both found ourselves living at my parents house that summer.
My dad’s family was having a reunion in Iowa, on the banks of the Mississippi. My parents had other commitments so my brother and I decided to drive out to represent our branch of the family. We both knew a few cousins and most of our aunts and uncles, but for the most part these people were almost strangers at the time. The problem is that most of our cousins are much older than us and when we had previously visited them we were small children.
Despite all of this we had a great time. When I was reintroduced to some of my cousins it was now an adult to adult relationship, not child to adult. Of course there is truth to genetics and we found we had a lot in common.
There are a few funny things about this picture. First, I’m drinking a beer. At that time I wouldn’t be caught dead drinking a beer in front of my parents. I don’t know why I didn’t think they’d see the pictures. It’s funny, that shirt would fit in with my current wardrobe. Also you may notice the keyboard. I carried that keyboard around everywhere I went. It was an appendage. I had another keyboard I used to carry around before this one.
No real point to the story, just a funny picture I found. But one thing – I want to find another small keyboard I can carry with my every were. I miss it…