My old college roommate Gerry C. sent me this photo Friday….
That’s Gerry on the left and Terri, his soon-to-be wife and then (if I understand the chronology correctly) his not-wife, then his wife-again and these days back to not- plus she’s no longer called Terri, on the right. They frame me and the lovely Noreen O’Brian in the center. The photo was taken many decades ago when even the cool kids went to the Junior Prom.
I post this because it gives me giggles and offers proof that I was too young and innocent, once a long time ago. Also I want to come back to this post periodically and ponder three questions which this fading image raises in my mind:
What the devil am I looking at off camera instead of smiling into the camera like everybody else?
Where and why did Noreen get that awful dress? (Admittedly, I don’t remember noticing its awfulness at the time, because it was strapless and very low cut, two admirable characteristics which caught the attention of younger me.)
And did I really have Obama ears way back when?