Thirty years ago today, in a dorm room in Bellingham, Washington, I drank one beer for every year of my young life.
Not advised.
Jim could perhaps provide a picture.
Thirty years ago in someone else's life (most likely somewhere in New York State):
Appropriated, but not frivolously, from Jamie Livingston's Photo of the Day.
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There was a photo of you reclining , cradling an empty case of beer in the toothpaste colored dorm room, but it has long since disappeared with much of the ephemera of that era, such as my hair and will to live. I will search my embarrassing archives for it or other representative photos (Kevin Orstad for instance).
Happy birthday
Oh. It seems I left this comment on Laurie's account. I am not the cute cat type person.
First of all, Kevin Orstad is one of my most ardent readers. Second, if you were more of a cute cat type person maybe you would still have the will to live. Finally, what I mostly remember of that photograph was one arm draped across my eyes (possibly to avert bedspins) and that damn "I Want You" Uncle Sam army recruiting poster looking down at me with narrowed accusing eyes (or, as Lauren corrects, with Benjamin Franklin Eyes).
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