Here's some pictures of me. Of course I know I'm being quite conceited about this whole thing, but that's kinda the point of a web home page, isn't it?
I apologize if I offend your sensibilities by my blatant self-aggrandizement.
Disclaimer: I'm in the process of moving, so I don't have hardly any good pictures of me with me. These are just some a friend of mine had of me (as part of a wedding I was an groomsman in).
Three of the Four Hansians (a long story).
all in one place. We were best friends in high school and still are (in
I visited a friend
in Wisconsin, and was forced at gunpoint to wear this hat. NO, I don't
own the hat. I promptly gave it back to the street vendor to sell to some
other unsuspecting schmo.
Deer in the Headlights!!!!!!!
My good friends' Neighbor's Kid - his dad wanted the shot; I got the 2nd set of prints. He had a Cowboy Hat (which I'm wearing), but he also had a Real Cowboy Gun Belt! (I never had one)(I feel deprived!)(hmmm. Maybe I can afford to buy one now that I'm a 'grown-up'? But where would I wear it?)(grin)
I was describing an old college quest, and it led to me trying to lift Steve. I didn't succeed, as is obvious by the color of my face!
The quest story was that some of my friends and I were sitting around the dorm hallway one saturday night and the subject came up of dorm fires, specifically how to evacuate (in case concrete block actually could burst into flame). We couldn't figure out how to pick up an unconcious person. We tried several ways, with one of us volunteering to be the dead guy. Nothing worked. Well, one way did, but it seemed cruel to grab their legs and drag them feetfirst down the concrete stairwell, banging their head on each stair.
We eventually went (after
a donut or pizza run, I forget) to the police station and asked.
They wanted to know if we had an specific reason to want to know how to
pick up a dead guy! We said no. They either didn't know or
wouldn't tell us anyway. We decided Lawrence, Kansas has Old Farts for cops.
Here's me moving out
of my house. This fall, Des Moines had a freak winter storm that dumped
a bunch of snow while the trees still had leaves. I lost a bunch of branches
but that couldn't be helped.
This is 3 of the 4 Hansians
plus Steve's new (and quite lovely & talented) bride, Nancy.
Yeah, I know it's a really stinky picture; it's because it's been purposefully
blurred by the photographer who printed it. Oh well. That's
pretty much what I look like.
Sorry I don't have any really exciting ones, like one of me in Venice
in the Piazzo del San Marko (with lots of pigeons in the background). I
can't get them out of storage. I may eventually take some more pictures
and I'll post them here.