I just found this picture today. In 1980 I was 23, married, in graduate school, raising sheep, and living in a one room cabin with an outhouse, in the mountains. I thought everything was great. Nevermind that I was stoned or drunk most of the time, acting out in secret, and desperately afraid to let anyone know the truth. I look pretty much the same today, except the hair (how I miss those luxurious curls) and the beard are gone, and the glasses are different now. Did I mention the wrinkles? BTW, we ate the little critter I'm holding.

Edited by Jude (04/20/13 03:15 AM)