I’m sitting outside on the deck with laptop and “working,” as the Santa Ana winds blow all sorts of allergens my way. Hard to believe it’s currently 91 degrees. If I were sitting outdoors in DC in 91-degree weather, I’d be a sopping mess. Dry heat is cool.
Anyway, I stumbled across this YearbookYourself time-waster and thought I’d share.
Check me out in 1958 and 1960 (Integration now! Segregation never!):
1972 and 1976:
1978 and 1986 (one of my best friends in high school had the same hairstyle):
So far life on the West Coast is just groovy, thanks for asking, though I can’t shake the feeling I’m at least three hours behind the rest of the world. It’ll pass, I’m told. I’m having a ball looking up and hooking up with people I know who live out here.
On the schedule: Pajamas Media TV appearances (from their El Segundo office), concerts for work and for pleasure (yes, the music returns!), touristy stuff I have to get out of my system (how many times can you drive up and down Sunset before the novelty wears off?), etc.
