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Sunday, January 15, 2006

What 28 Years Can Do

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14 Comments:

  • At 5:44 PM, Blogger Killjoy said…

    What prompted this?

    And don't think we don't notice the pink Kangaroo you have there, J.

     
  • At 9:56 PM, Blogger Ryan said…

    Now I see why you joined the Corps, Sir, for the PT shorts

     
  • At 8:55 AM, Blogger Laura said…

    Does Chris have gas in the latter photo???

    WAHAHAHAHAHA...Chris!!!!! Serves him right for all the Seahawk gloating.

    I am trying to figure out what that first pic is from...Chris is holding a cat. Your dad appears to be holding fried chicken? Donuts? And you with pinky. What up with that???
    ~L.

     
  • At 7:04 PM, Blogger O! said…

    What a cute little girl in the red hat.

     
  • At 6:10 AM, Blogger Viper said…

    Killjoy: Can you even USE that name now that you are not blogging? Anyway, hey, I won that thing at the Seattle Center that day. I was so proud.

     
  • At 6:13 AM, Blogger Viper said…

    Ryan, thanks for point that out. Notice the Jaws t-shirt as well. Ug.

     
  • At 6:13 AM, Blogger Viper said…

    Laura: Here is my original comments about this pic at http://www.grose.us/family/palbums4%20Seattle%20Center.htm...

    A lot to cover in this pic. Starting from the left, Chris is holding Sambo, our black cat. Sambo lived to be ancient, may still be alive. Dad is holding his chicken he BBQ'ed on an old metal grill. I'm in a most-hideous ensemble where nothing matched (Red hat from a baseball team I forgot, light blue shirt, Sonics shorts, pooka-shell necklace). If you're wondering how I could have pieced this trainwreck together, check out Dad's threads. I'm holding a stuffed animal I won at the Seattle Center. This whole scene takes place in the little courtyard in front of the trailer park we lived in. PWT at its finest. Written on back by Kellie: Frank's famous Bar-B-Qued chicken. Yum!! '79.

     
  • At 6:15 AM, Blogger Viper said…

    O!: It's called the seventies. That's the way we wore our hair when you were an egg and a yet-to-be-produced sperm cell.

     
  • At 7:31 PM, Blogger O! said…

    Hey! So much YOU know. I wasn't an egg. I was a girl sperm and my name was Monique.

     
  • At 6:27 AM, Blogger Viper said…

    Good grief.

     
  • At 8:14 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I can't polk fun. Spring of 1976 would find yours truly (with her Farrah hair tamed into a French twist under a hard shell "JackieO" hat and a narrow ass little USAF Class B skirt and heels) climbing into the teacups at Disney world.

    There's photographic evidence, but if I can find it, I'm going to burn it, not post it on the web for the world to see LOL.

     
  • At 3:45 PM, Blogger Viper said…

    Anon, identify yourself and for all of us to see, let's see the teacup pics.

     
  • At 4:49 PM, Blogger Greybeard said…

    I was about to decry the fact that someone built a street where there was a nice place for families to meet 28 years before......then realized that wasn't the reason for the post.
    Isn't it fun to look at fashion in '70's pics?!

    Marines gather here,huh?
    Good on ya, guys.
    Thanks for keeping us safe.

     
  • At 7:11 PM, Blogger Viper said…

    Greybeard,

    The "nice place for families to meet" was taken right outside our trailor in a PWT trailor park (Auburn, WA). You might recognize it from just about every Cops episode ever made.

    The second one is outside my Dad's current house in Ark City, KS. What I found intriguing is that the three of us are lined up in the same order in both pics.

    Yeah, more than a few Marines honor me with hanging out and reading my drivel. Thanks for stopping by.

     

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