Post A Picture of Yourself Thread VIII

[The Man From G.O.P.]

Cool, Phil... now all you need is a snarky "I'm so cool cuz I'm not American" attitude and a pack of Gauloise and you'd be a cool European.

Checking out the Forum! YAY!

Nooooooooooo!

No, what?

No as in "cut the hair and shave the sideburns/facial hair."

I shaved the facial hair down, but left the sideburns. I like them.

You would make a great used-car salesman Naso. You, Dino Rossi and Romney should team up.

That's not nice! I'm a rugged man...and I don't really care what people think.

The hair will have to change to qualify for rugged.

[The Man From G.O.P.]

Grandson and grandpa. Grandpa died shortly after this photo was taken sometime in the spring or summer of 1955, on Christmas Day 1955. I think  my visage reveals my character quite well - cautious, skeptical, inquisitive, and a bit melancholy and pessimistic. What do you think?  I was shipped off to Iowa to live with my grandparents for a few months, because my mother was having "problems." Gramps took me everywhere, to his medical office, to lectures, to the Outing Club. I was quite well behaved, but then would depose Gramps after about the meaning of it all. His wife was worried that he was spoiling me rotten, and she was right, and well also wrong.

 Grandpa hoped I would be a football player like he had been (he paid his way as a football coach under coincidence would have it, my subsequent alma mater, under Alonzo (?) Stagg, to pay his way through medical school), but alas that was not in the cards. I suspect his thinness here, was a portent of his final exit.

Speaking of Grandma, during that stay, one morning I told her that going to nursery school was discommoding me, and I preferred to spend my valuable time in other pursuits. She said, well Grandpa has his job healing the sick, and I have my job running this household and feeding the men in the house, ie Grandpa and yourself, and your job is to go to nursery school! It was like a light bulb went on, and I picked up my things, and decamped to the other venue without a further word. Grandma love to tell me that tale years afterword, but she need not have. I remember it like it was yesterday. Our brains work in mysterious ways, but at age 4, thanks to her, I learned a  valuable lesson. We each have our jobs, and our job, is job one.

That is truly a beautiful picture.

That Photo is iconic!

Seriously... if this photo is legitimate I regret to inform you your family has missed out on being part of Americana and pop culture since it was taken.

[The Man From G.O.P.]

Excuse me, this is the only proper looking outlet: