March of 2000, somewhere on Oxford Street in London. I always hear the Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony” in my head when I see this photo, and Brent’s matching shot. This trip was one of five I took to the UK, once a year between 1999 and 2003, when flights were cheap, vacation days plentiful, and responsibilities […]

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It’s Christmas of 1999, upstairs in my apartment over the middle school, in my last year in Greenwich. Mom and Dad came down from Alaska, Scott and his fiancee Sarah came up from Virginia, and we celebrated with an incredibly dinky tree I undoubtedly bought at Caldor, decorated with a Y2K preparedness card used to […]

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I’ve now had a year of teaching second graders and moonlighting as a high-priced babysitter in Fairfield County under my belt when this photo was taken, in the summer of 1998. I’m standing in the school parking lot next to the first car I ever bought, a 1988 Honda Accord with a manual transmission and […]

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1997 was a big year: final year of college, then graduation, then a 40 day road trip, and then my first real job. The road trip was the highlight, I have to say, and so I’ve chosen this photo, memorializing the moment when I was in four states at the same time. There are a […]

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Sitting in my single in Morrow Dorm in the spring of 1996. I had spent the previous semester in the UK, and this somewhat less-than-desirable dorm was the place that had singles available for people like me, returning mid-year. This picture is loaded with little details; first, what in the world is that wall hanging? […]

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Between August and December of 1995, I lived in England, traveling around for the first few weeks, then settling in Cambridge for the fall semester of school. I had a great time, but the program I studied under was a little strange, mostly acting students from the U.S. there to do drama, stage fighting, directing, […]

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Sometime in the spring of freshman year at Amherst, I reached Peak Hair. Also, those glasses needed to go. I’m not sure where or when this photo was taken, or why those light leaks happened. I find it hard to believe I really felt like this was the look I was going for, but there […]

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Posing with a gift while sitting at the kitchen table on the night of May 26, 1993, after my graduation from high school. Long (for me) hair, paisley tie, with my new Case Logic binder (great for bringing all of those CDs to college!) on the table (and on a side note, I just emptied […]

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I’ve always made questionable fashion choices, but I did not make a habit of wearing that bandanna, as far as I can recall, beyond this photo. This is a birthday gathering in February of 1992, a photo taken by Sloan or Alecia or Brent or Steve, who are in other photos on this roll, sitting […]

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Me, getting a little “crazy” for the camera, at CTY, on the campus of Franklin & Marshall in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, sometime in August of 1991. It was my fifth and last session of the beloved summer camp, and I had a great group of friends, felt really at home there, and was generally enjoying being […]

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Another school photo, but not only can I not seem to find another usable photo from this year, but I think that this photo and the previous one illustrate some big changes in my life. It’s the fall of 1990, and I’ve given up trying some “cool” haircut, I’ve gotten my braces off once and […]

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This one hurts. It’s the fall of 1989, I’m 14 and, it doesn’t get much more awkward than this. My painstakingly cultivated “side-spike,” groomed just so for school picture day, my too-big glasses, and the attempt at a braces-disguising smile. This looks like the photo you’d see under dictionary entry for “freshman.”

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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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