I know it’s a  s t r e t c h  but it’s my adaptation of The Dukes of Hazzard … hey, least I try motherfuckers, lol!! I remember a few of the faces, mostly I remember how much I hated going to these type of things!! I was a kid who wanted to ride my bike, throw rocks, kick a ball, run and play with my friends … anything that involved physical activity, anything that didn’t involve sedate cultural learning activities. I also remember being forced to go to many … and believe me, they seemed to drag on all day long!! Forty plus years later I’m so thankful and appreciative (understanding too, lol) that I was … I look back with fondness and smile … it’s part of me, who I am … my heritage!! Unfortunately, I reduced the image size, scaled it to fit into my blog (sorry, had no choice) … and ain’t saying which one’s me, thank God I don’t look dorky (unlike so many others), but I will say that I’m looking right through the lens, showing my contempt for the whole Goddamn ceremony … it’s as if I’m saying, “Jesus Christ!! … what the fuck am I doing here?!”, LOL!! Thankfully Dad wrote the info on the back of the photo, not so many thanks to his butchering my hair (lol, not really … did a great job, just back then didn’t think he did, lol) … ooohh reminds me – Bonus story: I was getting a bit older probably close to 10 years old … even then was beginning to show my independence, my defiance … no longer wanted him shearing my lovely locks … one day danistrulytheboy walked his ass miles and miles into town (and back) to get a real haircut, from a barber *eyes rolling* … take that “old-man”, LOL!!