In 1973 I was a sophomore at Floydada High School in Floydada, Texas. I know this because as I was cleaning out a closet today my yearbook from that year fell from one of the top shelves and landed on my big toe. I cursed. Loudly. Then of course I had to sit for awhile and thumb through this piece of vintage gold.
This is my class photo. I was a plain child and obviously something of a snob. Look at my disdainful expression:
I was also thin enough that if I turned sideways all that was visible was my nose. Man, I loved that belt:
Okay, I’m through resting my toe. Back to work.