I mean it is funny to see what people post ... old pictures of poofy hair and funny clothes ... but I've never gotten into it.
Besides Sarah posts enough goofy pictures of me.
Plus, I write a lot of stories about the past ... Gene Prevatt, Bill Berry (not the former drummer from REM but the other one), Guy Sales, my days as a "Professional Christian" (when I was paid to love God and others), the time at Union Mission and all of the times I've been in trouble (with my Mom, a large number of clergy and numerous elected officials).
The stories are either funny or poignant ... sometimes both.
Today I have neither.
But I did find this picture from my High School Annual.
It's a full page photograph of the one and only meeting of the Groves High School sanctioned "Greaser Club" which took place at the Root Beet Drive in Garden City, Georgia.
Gene Prevatt (that's him at the very bottom proudly wearing his football jacket) and I were inexplicably called to the Principal's office and told we were not participating in enough extra-curricular activities.
We were on the football team, and I recall Gene chasing a girl in the Chess Club, but other than that we mostly had a good time.
The Principal was threatening us to do something to further enhance the possibility of actually getting a job when we graduated.
I was really into 1950's Rock-n-Roll at the time so rather than actually join an existing club, we started our own to honor the Principal's request and enhance our chances of actual employment.
There's a lot of famous people in this picture and looking at it now ... it reminds me of the album cover for "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band" ... except it's a throwback to the 1950s.
That's Mark Stewart standing on top.
That's me sitting on top of the car with my arm around Debbie saluting the school.
I remember my Mom being pretty mad about the whole thing.
Thank God that's over.
Anyway ... for whatever it's worth ... Happy throw back Thursday!
Just keep telling yourself, "Tomorrow is Friday! Tomorrow is Friday!"
