The UK publisher asked for a selection of images spanning my entire life. This required opening the archives – oh my! I tend to keep everything… but also occasionally hack up stuff that makes me unhappy.
Why are there big holes in my graduation photographs? Hmmm. I don’t even remember the names at this point…..
If you knew me back in the day and are reading this, rest assured I do not plan to let the publisher see any of the pics of us frolicking about as teenagers. Though we were all so cute! I didn’t know at the time.
This is from James’ juvenilia, all of which he burned shortly thereafter. Good thing I grabbed a print or two.
Me in 1990 (age 19):
