Jun 23, 2008

big man, little man

Circa Halloween, I'm guessing 1988. (Mom can correct me if I'm wrong; she sent me the photo.) Near the outskirts of White Sulphur Springs, just another ranching town in the middle of Big Sky Country.

My grandpa stands at left. Khakis, denim, and a sweater, with white tennis shoes: his classic outfit. His genial squint was worn just about as often.

I'm the Wyatt Earp wannabe beside him. As you can see, my amazing facial hair was already well in place at age 9.

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