“smelly dog car, part two” will continue tomorrow, if only to amuse myself on a cold winter day.
January 12.
My first date with Banjo Man. 1970. What a hunk, huh? Who could resist that charm? And that pink shirt? With the red tie? That combo just screams, “Chick magnet!!”
The first day something I wrote was published (for $75). 1985. I wrote “Hulk Hogan Comes To Town” to amuse my father, who had been sending the children vcr tapes of wrestling matches, and he sent it to the Providence Journal, where to our shock it appeared in the magazine section of the Sunday paper.
The day I received my first check from Harlequin. 1987.
Paul, the postmaster at the time, decorated the envelope and taped it to the window of the Post Office so I would see it when I drove up! He was sweet like that.
Excuse me. I must go chill the champagne.
is there any more pie? 
Cheers!
Hey, that hairline hasn’t changed in 42 years !
Just a little darker!!!!
He looks mighty fine–were you in the habit of taking first date pictures–did it make him nervous? Great idea, wish I’d thought to get one of Mark.
No first date pictures! But this was taken during that era of dating. He looks much cuter tonight, in his nice green sweater. 🙂 I will believe, to the day I die, that the man is color blind.