Here’s another fun picture of me, a little racy in my undies and junk, but oh well. This is Christmas morning 1981 I believe, with my brand new Roaring Hot Cycle Big Wheel and a great shot of my parent’s 8-Track player in the background. 
Once again, I’m wearing my washed-to-death Superman Underoos shirt and I’m also sporting a pretty long Eight Is Enough hairdo. It’s funny, my dad always broke the camera out during Christmas mornings, but I have absolutely no pictures from any of my Halloween outings. Maybe there’s a hidden stash in a safety deposit box or something that’ll get willed to me when my parents pass on in the far distant future…
