One of the nice things about photo albums. they let you have new memories about people long gone. I'm glad you got to do that. You should write more about dad, when you can.

Isn't it strange to see photos and realize that our parents were young people once? That they went through, love, heartbreak, crushes, insecurity, etc.

I always find myself surprised when I stumble on something like that.

Yup, it's Hootie all right. Along with a few other B-list celebs (and maybe a few C-list since there were some people I couldn't place at all).

http://www.populationstatistic.com/archives/2005/02/25/hootie-and-the-burger-king/

More on the B-listers:
http://ad-rag.com/118841.php

And the words, they just bein' weird. Kinda like the Beatles got hungry and wrote another verse to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds.

I love the Tender Crisp Bacon Cheddar Ranch
The breasts they grow on trees
And the streams of bacon ranch dressing
Flow right up to your knees
There's tumbleweeds of bacon
And cheddar paves the streets
You get to veg all day
All the lotto tickets pay
There's a king who wants you
To have it your way
That's the Tender Crisp Bacon Cheddar Ranch
The Tender Crisp Bacon Cheddar Ranch

Ranchtastic,
Dix

Wad doesn't see many pictures of Pater Wad. Mater Wad went through a "Take No Pictures" thing. That and the conflicting schedule of Pater Wad made pictures difficult to nail down. Pater Wad worked like a um... (sorry Dix) Hebrew Slave to bring home the bacon and it wasn't even Kosher... (anti-semetic on oh SO many levels)

Wad is told by those who know and those who've looked that he is the spitting image of his Pater. Wad sometimes looks up in the mirror and for a horrifying moment sees his father looking back at him.

Then Wad goes and gets depressed. Gotta keep things "normal" you know.

Eeeeeeh ... I think you look quite a bit like Mater Wad myself, especially the coloring, since Pater is dark (possibly graying by now) and Mater is blonde and blue.

Now, SPAWN of Wad looks exactly like Wad, down to his cute little glasses. God, has it really been 4 years?