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Here we are again, dutifully posing for Marj, before school on some unknown morning.  Picture taking wasn't necessarily a frivolous spontaneous event like it is now.  There had to be some sort of reason why she would have taken it, and I am guessing by the summer-type apparel, that it is one of the first, if not the first day of school for this year.  My guess:  first day of High School.  If it was Junior High we would have taken the bus.

There are some interesting things to glean from this picture.


  • No one looks particularly happy to be posing.
  • Mark (R) seems to be unencumbered by books.  
  • He also is showing no pretense of even trying to acknowledge the event with a smile, or any kind of facial action.
  • I see Phil has three books, probably part of his con job on the folks.  By looking studious he was able to get them to buy him a nice 64 Chevy and 68 Camaro convertibles.  What a suck up.
  • Marj was no longer able to dress us alike, after Mark and I staged a rebellion against conformity.
  • Looks like I was in a growth spurt, I'm going to need longer pants soon.
  • I would give almost anything to hear what Phil is yelling to his mother, or telling us. 
Its funny how you take a milli-second out of time, the amount of time it took this picture, then all parties continue about their way.  Phil, since he had wheels, was responsible for taking us to school in Aledo.  I recall fondly those drives.  We would listen to WLS Radio in Chicago or KSTT 1170).   Besides the tunes we would usually catch snippets of Howard Cosell's, "Speaking Of Sports", a 10 minute rundown on all the happenings.   It was a time before cell phones so we actually talked to each other, if there wasn't anything interesting on the radio.   

It was a short trip over to school from Seaton,  and then we would separate for the rest of the day and usually took the bus home after school.   A mere milli-second.  It vanishes just as fast, but if you are lucky you have a picture that lasts a whole lot longer. 

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