Working for the U.S. Forest Service, Heber Ranger District, Sitgreaves National Forest. We had a lot of snow that winter so we strapped on snowshoes and headed into the woods to mark timeber for an upcoming timber sale.

I was a junior in high school and swimming on the conference championship swim team. Starting to look at colleges for when I graduated next year.

In First Grade, learning to read with Mrs. Flowers

Knocking around on a half-assed vagabond tour of Mexico.

I had just turned 14 in October of '71 and was listening to my Jimi Hendrix and other rock records of the time incessantly, and getting into the usual mischief of a 14 year old living in Marin County, CA, a junior hippy if you will. My parents were looking to buy a large ranch property up north and were spending a lot of time on the road with realtors. They eventually found an 82 acre very nice property for a song outside of Santa Rosa in June '72 and I spent the next 50 years living in Sonoma County before moving here to Vegas.

I was going to BT A school at Great Lakes Naval Training Center learning how to operate boilers

Six months into a tour of duty with the 25th Inf. Div. at Schofield Barracks Hawaii.

I was sending hot wheels off the orange track into the bunk beds....

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I was across the street at Wheeler AFB at this time.

Having just come into this world in Nov of 1971, I honestly can’t remember. I was probably carrying on about something.

In 3rd grade enjoying the new section of an elementary school that I was attending. We were housed in the old 1920s-vintage section during the Fall semester, and then moved into the new section for Spring semester.

A naked toddler running around the house, flipping and flopping with ADHD

Walking to the corner to catch a bus to school, 6th grade. Coming back home, playing with HO slot cars (AFX, Tyco), collecting stamps, riding my home made junkyard BMX bike up the street to a corner vacant lot or down the street a couple of miles to a bigger lot with terraced levels. Listened to Al Green, Jackson 5, Monkees 45s.

In Jan '72 I was delivering food orders for a barbecue restaurant in Ann Arbor. The owner furnished the delivery vehicle, a 1963 Thunderbird convertible. If anyone knows Ann Arbor winters...suffice to say, I never got the top down during my employment. The best thing about that job was, when the restaurant closed, any unsold meat would be distributed to the late shift staff. I was sharing a house with three other guys at the time, and became a very popular guy in the neighborhood when I showed up at midnight with a paper grocery bag (remember those?) full of ribs and other delectables.

The cook was an older black lady from Mississippi, very sweet. She'd start cooking about 3:00 AM and somehow always managed to cook too much for the day. Still the best ribs I've ever had.

I was living one of the dumbest decisions in my life, graduating high school early. Not due to planning but luck, I learned I had earned enough credits to graduate after one semester and joined the Navy. I was supposed to go soon after, but the Navy decided I'd wait until I turned 18 in September. I was in limboland on the CACHE or delay program and then didn't go.

I could have fucked off an entire semester and just chased girls without a care in the world. Why didn't someone advise me to stay in school? I was always pressured from many angles to be more serious and complete tasks and become part of the machine. I should have gone with my instincts and chased a good time.

Watching Captain Kangaroo...

A twinkle in my Dad's eye for 10 or so more months yet

In 3rd grade, ate up with bb guns, mini bikes and fishing. It was great to be 8.

In January of 1972 I was still celebrating my high school graduation, getting stoned/drunk most weekends, even midweek when I worked afternoons in a factory.

2 years old. Playing in the snow, nose dripping snot and a diaper full of shit.

Didn't exist haha.