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Every story has a beginning; mine begins with my parents. |
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A most excellent picture of my Father and I. It's all
downhill from there. |
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The big Junior High School grad, 1988. |
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At LAX with my two brothers, 1996. |
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In my element. Joshua Tree, 1997. Look closely. |
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Visiting Mom in New York. Circa 1997. |
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How I would most likely look if you saw me on the street
in 2000. Am I aging well? |
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