
OK, a little context. It’s March, 1982. I’ve just turned seven. I’m minding my own business, workin’ it out a little in my stylish overalls and Pittsburgh Steelers sweatshirt. Rod Stewart is spinning on the turntable (see the Tonight I’m Yours album cover on my toybox), no doubt singing “Young Turks” (at least that’s the way I remember it). Mom, being able to recognize real talent when she sees it, grabbed the camera to catch it all on film. Thanks, Mom. And thanks, Mr. Rod Stewart (“…don’t let them put you down, don’t let ‘em ever change your point of view…”).
So, you really should check out this incredible new photo blog (phlog?) by The New York Times called Lens. Today’s feature is a Polaroid gallery of reader submitted pictures. It’s really quite cool. Check it out here.

Since I’m sharing childhood photos, I’d be remiss if I didn’t share the image of my previous life of crime. Pictured below are my cousins Stacy, Christy, and me at my grandmother’s house. OK, first things first. Note the care with which I tucked my t-shirt into my green underwear (I’m pretty sure they were either Robin or Green Lantern). Oh, but it gets better. As if the sweet wood paneling in the background didn’t put everything over the top, note the pills, the cash, and the ladies. I’m not too proud of my past, but it is what it is. And the salute? Well, I did end up joining the Army a few years later…







