Going through my photo album. I came across this hauntingly forshadowing photograph.
The impressionable guy in the "footie jamies" is me. The gentleman breaking the do-not-serve-alcohol-to-minors statute is my father. No one knows who's responsible for the real crime in this photo, the orange carpet (in fact, I don't think there's a natural fiber in this entire photo).
I'm still looking for a picture of him feeding me hotwings. That would be the final piece of the "Russ Puzzle."
