the single guy

Picture taken at my uncle's house at one of the holidays. Probably around 1972. Diane and I were married in 1974 and the kids in any of the pictures in the junk drawer are her and my doing.

I have no idea what she saw in a guy like me with a receding hair line, goofy looking sideburns and slightly twisted mustache. Perhaps it was the sophisticated way I hold my Whisky Sour glass.

15 years later, she must have seen a different light and called us quits. Oh, well... next chapter.