Birthday Week Part #2

Christmas 1972

From the looks of things this must be my first Christmas. I was born June 21, 1972. And that looks like a six-month-old baby. An unhappy one.

What a strange photograph. I’ve had it with me all these years and every time I come across it, I laugh. That’s my PawPaw, H.P. “Smitty” Smith in the background fooling around with a soap on a rope, which he clearly received as a gift. He was as dry as a bone funny, but he was also the kind of funny you see in this photo.