This photo comes from a roll with an assortment of photos of and by my friend Paul, my best friend in the seventh grade. It doesn’t look like much, but the fact that my t-shirt has some neon colors and a logo on it (I never thought about it, but did this shirt, with its […]

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It’s the week of the Super Bowl, in late January, 1987. It’s also probably the height of my Denver Broncos fandom, just before the first of three losses, each more disheartening than the previous, over the next four Super Bowls. I’m dressed head to toe in my blue and orange finery, but my attire, along […]

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I’m making an exception for today, and instead of a photo, I’m using this hand-cut silhouette that hung in my parents’ bedroom. I’m in costume (note the cloth around the neck) at the Renaissance Fair in May, 1986; was it no longer called the “Open Aire Pleasure Faire” at this point? I finally did a […]

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Oh, man, I loved that sled. A seat so you could sit up straight on it, a steering wheel and a handbrake and you were all set. The fact that for awhile, you could with only slight discomfort sling it over your back like a backpack was a bonus. I’m standing in front of our […]

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Along with Colorado, Arizona was our other most common travel destination growing up, home to my mom’s parents. Before she sent me these photo albums, I hadn’t seen this photo, or at least didn’t recall it. I’m in Green Valley, Arizona, where my grandparents lived, apparently in conversation with one of their friends. I’ve avoided […]

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I’m standing next to a sign at the top of Trail Ridge Road, during perhaps the first of many trips to Colorado, this one in June of 1983. Home to my Dad’s parents, Colorado was one of the primary travel destinations of my childhood. Nearly every trip there, at least the ones not during winter, […]

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Here’s another format to add to the list: the school portrait. This one was taken in the fall of 1982, when I was in the second grade, my second year at Abbott Loop Elementary and also my second of two years in the multi-age 1st/2nd grade combined classroom known as “Joanne and Stephanie’s Family Group,” […]

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A Kodak instant photo from my sixth birthday, in February of 1981, a few months before we moved from this house to the Hillside. I’m wearing my personalized BRIAN shirt, possibly a gift on that day, while my dad stands behind me, holding a gift my grandmother made, a quilt made up in part by […]

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Halloween 1980, standing in front of the fireplace in our house downtown, dressed as the Lone Ranger, of course. By the next Halloween, we will have moved to the Hillside, and our days of neighborhood trick-or-treating would be over. This photo looks like a Polaroid but is actually taken with one of Kodak’s instant cameras, […]

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The year is 1979. The place is the bedroom Scott and I shared in our house on H Street. I’m sporting a classy cowboy shirt undoubtedly bought by Dad on a trip to Denver, and I’m showing off a cool walkie-talkie that was a prized possession. On the bookshelf, you can see some of our […]

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This undated Polacolor print was taken in the fall of 1978 at the Anchorage Co-op Preschool, where I would spend the next two years under the tutelage of the legendary Teacher Sally. This looks like a first day of school photo, as I’ve got a name tag on, but who knows. I don’t remember a […]

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Oh, the Indian corn props at the JC Penney Portrait studio in downtown Anchorage; at least that’s where I assume this photo was taken, in the fall of 1977.

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Thanks to Kodak’s old-school metadata, an ink label rubber stamped on the back of the print, I know this photo was taken (or at least developed) in July, 1976, when I was one and a half. I chose it mostly because of the fence in the background, and its two-tone green aluminum privacy slats, as […]

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My birthday is just over a month into the new year, so now that Christmas is behind us, my mind has fully turned to the somewhat dreaded occasion of my fortieth birthday. It’s now only 40 days away, so it seemed like a good occasion for little review. It’s hard to believe I’m about to […]

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Despite what we’ve all been used to for the past fifty years, Paul McCartney won’t be around forever, and during his past few tours, I’ve thought of trying to catch a show, but it never worked out. I didn’t want to miss another opportunity, so this week, I drove up to Albany to catch the […]

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