For her birthday, my brother shared this photo of my mom and him from (I'm gonna guess) 1982-83. She looks like the bassist for a band you were not cool enough to see and which broke up before they got a major label deal.
Her and my dad when they got married in 1967. She was still 18. He was 23. I show them photos from this day when they're being lame and ask them what happened to these people.
Cat on the right, just this morning, had strong opinions about geese. Chick on the left, just this morning, told me that her big birthday plan was Dairy Queen. God love 'em.
Probably my favorite pic of my mom. And yeah, that's me. She was 100% over my shit as early as 1974 and has been over it ever since.
"It's a Culp!"
This is probably my favorite pic of both of my parents. That was my dad's boss' desk, BTW. The photo there was President Lyndon Johnson, and yes, my dad put his own Navy photo over it.
This was a weather station in McGrath, Alaska in 1968. My parents could only bring essentials and had to have supplies air-dropped in. Yet my dad brought an 11x14 photo of himself with him for pranks. Kinda tells ya how he rolls.
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