The family (missing a few) pre-kids, circa 1974. It's great to see this photo and so hard to look at it at the same time.
I love how Rusty can't fit under the porch roof. And I have no idea who that guy is sitting down in front.
We all miss you, Dad.
Showing posts with label Rusty's stache is obviously superior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rusty's stache is obviously superior. Show all posts
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Don't Call it a Comeback
I figured if I was going to think about rambling into the internets again, first I had to grow a mustache and post it on my blog.
Let the ramblings commence.
Let the ramblings commence.
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