I've been digging through old photos. My quest began when an editor wanted a picture of my dog, Rags, to go along with a story I wrote about how Rags and I met.
I enjoy looking at old pictures way too much. In no time at all, several hours evaporated like mist when the sun comes out. I don't feel too bad about it, though. I found pictures of Rags to send to the editor. Better yet, I found lots of ideas for new stories.
Here's a picture of me at around the age of 2 with the first dog I ever befriended. I believe she belonged to one of my great-aunts, though I don't remember the dog's name. I recall thinking that little dog was wonderful. I'm not sure, however, exactly how the dog felt about me. Since she's not leaning away, I guess we must have been pals.
Note the t-shirt. Can you see what television show I liked to watch? Oh, yes. I thought Davy Crockett was pretty wonderful, too.