I was so much older then…

We live in a house that is probably just big enough for two adults, two children, and a 13 pound dog. I sometimes look at it and think of the homestead as Mr. Creosote: put one more wafer-thin mint in it and it will explode all over Paris Mountain.

Though garage sales make me think of nothing but suburban ennui and flea market capitalists, I agree to having one about every five years, just so I can feel comfortable that the house isn’t going to explode. The wife seems to love the process (it’s something in her TV producer-driven and organizational mind). I am only looking forward to it because it will make my house less crowded (and I intend to serve booze to the morning shoppers, just to see what happens).

That’s a long preamble into how, in the search for junk to discard, we found this 17-18 year-old picture. I post it without comment or explanation, because neither would be sufficient.

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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3 Responses

  1. BadBlood says:

    Sick hair. Might have to dig up a shot of me with some. You know, juxtaposition.

  2. mike myers says:

    Awesome. I remember going to a game in columbia and seeing all of you nuts.

  3. Skip says:

    Korte used to be skinny? I kid. Awesome capture, great memories. Those were the days…