When my bad hair days never stopped

I uncovered a pile of old photos from the olden days and have started scanning a few of them in to share with the world of the future.

I am impressed at how lousy image quality was back then.

This photo was taken in the hallway of the house I grew up in on St. Julian Street. I have no idea why we were sitting on the floor of the hallway getting our picture taken, but we seemed pretty happy about it.

The guy with the amazing bangs to my left is Claudio, a childhood friend who lived a few houses down. His father made endless wheels of stinky cheese in the basement of their house that was the best cheese ever.

I have no pictures of the cheese, sorry.

I believe I was about 12 in this photo and, like so many from that era, I am wearing a shirt with numbers because I had a weird thing for them that I still can’t explain.

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