Me and Mom in Hartford.
This is me at six, the year my mother, stepfather, and I arriv-
ed in Anchorage from Hartford by way of Boulder. If I'm not
mistaken, the photo was taken the day we got in. And in case
you're wondering, we drove the whole way (from Colorado).
Me and Onyx in the apartment on Garfield Street.
Here I am 10 years later with Marina Reisinger upon our grad-
uation from West Anchorage High School. That's me on the right.
I ditched that red dress shortly thereafter. Cue the Police: "Rox-
anne, you don't have to put on the red light / Those days are ov-
er / You don't have to sell your body to the night / Roxanne, you don't have to wear that dress tonight / Walk the streets for mon-
ey / You don't care if it's wrong or if it's right." (I associate that song—and "Don't Stand So Close to Me"—with high school.) Fun-
ny, but I remember the dress, rather than the light, as red. Eith-
er way, who's to say she doesn't care "if it's wrong or if it's right"?
Lilette Mahon, fellow Alaskan Jeff Hartlieb, me, and a wom-
an who's name I can no longer remember at the Lyman Hall
holiday party during the first semester of my freshman year.
Me and Robert Henderson. This picture reminds
me of the Undertones song "My Perfect Cousin," ex-
cept Robert wasn't really "in love with himself." Tak-
en in Dublin, shortly after the death of Phil Lynott.
More to come (the 1990s-00s)...
Endnote: The title of this post comes from a track by Steely
Dan (from 1972's Can't Buy a Thrill). I'm neither a fan nor a
hater. Growing up on FM radio, though, I heard their songs
so often I've memorized more than a few lyrics, like "Are you
reelin' in the years / Stowin' away the time / Are you gather-
in' up the tears / Have you had enough of mine." Guess I am.
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