This is me and my sister at the Grand Canyon in 1972. Yes, we are in matching outfits. People would ask if we were twins. We are not.
That’s our burnt orange Chevy Malibu.
I’m making it sound like the two of us drove out there on our own. She might not look like much but my sister is hell out on the open highway.
I’m scanning and organizing old photos again. This never gets old. I love the old cars. I wish we had better pictures of the cars.
I always think old photos of other people look old but I think my pictures look more contemporary. Is this a common delusion? Is there some really boring explanation about how since I lived it, it’s still alive in my brain (kinda) so it doesn’t seem so remote and long ago?
Bob and I finally got new desktop computers and we were so busy we didn’t even take them out of the box for almost a week.
Now I have it out of the box but for reasons I won’t bore you with, I’m not quite done with my old computer. So it’s still set up. Which means that I am using my new computer in a situation that is so unergonomical it is almost comical. Which is why my posting continues to be wonky. I have notes and photos for posts stuck everywhere.
Meanwhile, I have another major milestone post for tomorrow. Stay tuned.