Friday, April 22, 2016
Everything is temporary. Even Polaroids. Especially Polaroids. This picture was taken while in college and we seem to be at a hotel. I haven't the foggiest where but it may have been a fraternity gathering somewhere. Since I was an officer I might have been forced into it. But I honestly don't know. Fraternity conventions were in the summer and we all seem to be dressed for winter. Oh well, everything is temporary, including memory.
The back of the head is Russ Foust. I haven't heard from him in a couple years and my emails don't reach him so if you see this, Rascal, write and tell me how you are. From left is Dave Dixon, the Brain. Tom "Sandbag" Sandersfeld and yours truly. I wasn't known to wear socks and here you can tell. I didn't really start wearing them until I ran into a dress code at the Mary Davis Home. I got by for a while spray painting my feet, but I was caught and ever since I have worn socks. Everything is temporary.
As you can clearly see the table is full of beer, and the I wonder who took this picture. It is likely to remain a mystery. Also in full display is the degradation of the picture itself. The intevening decades have no tbeen kind and I fear another amount of time and this will fog into obscurity. Everything is temporary.