The Early Years

I'm not sure where this picture was taken...Somewhere in PA if I'm not mistaken.  Anyway, my mom thought it would be a good idea to entertain the boy and take him to a place with lots of flags and weird animals.

During third grade we went to Camp Christopher.  Would you guess it... I was the fishing champion of our class.  A total of four fish.  I have my dad's fish psychology lessons to thank fo that one.

I'm sure there are countless of other school children across the country that had the same neck-breaking type experience with school pictures.  I remember the way they gracefully adjusted my head.... NOT! Those skanks are lucky they didn't break my neck.  It is required that all people taking school pictures must be rough and bitchy.  I remeber the scandel that occured... a picture lady actually slapped a fellow class mate! Undoubtably a good shoot is worth pain.

Not to brag, but I was a cute little punk.  A weird and cute kid if I say so myself.  My first grade teacher even called me a "Hunk".  Unlike his classmates, this "hunk" didn't play ball.  He enjoyed too much the thrill of mocking his favorite movies: Airplane and Airplane II.  I was young but ahead of my time.  I was even fond of sporting chords in 4th grade... this was years before their comeback!