Friday, March 17, 2006

Crossed hands, braided hair

Here's a picture of me with my hippie family and some friends in 1975.



You can see why everybody thought we were basically okay.

That was probably the summer that we camped by the creek. Janet and I would retreat into the undergrowth of rhododendron and imagination when the campfire burned too hot. Somehow we still got burned.

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