In an old box of old photos (The box was from a pair of Puma running shoes! How old is that?!)from my dad, I came across this photo of me and my first wife, Gayle. I think we had this taken while we still lived near Tacoma, but it may have been someplace in New Mexico. I must have been relatively fresh out of the Army, though long enough to have grown the beard-- which took a while to do in those days. Unless she actually worked in a brothel, and I was a riverboat gambler, this is probably circa 1983.
I'm not sure why my dad had it, but I'm kind of glad he did.
Some day I'll tell the story of the first "date" Gayle and I had.