Cleaning out a filing cabinet the other day, I found my first passport, which I got in 1974 in preparation for a trip to Italy with my parents. My wife pointed out that in this photo, I look more like a kid coming to the U.S., perhaps in steerage.
I had several observations: 1) hey kid, nice collars; 2) that haircut looks better on me than it does on Ken Burns; and 3) I was 10 years old and had a little nascent facial hair -- now that's virility for ya.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I Pity the Poor Immigrant.
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4 comments:
atta boy! i think i had a mullet in mine.
74?! that's old!!
haha - your wife is right - that looks like something on display at ellis island.
Bring us your poor, your hungry, your Beatles haircut.
You were born in 1963- wasn't that the year The Beatles invaded the US? You might want a MacCartney DNA test.
I just got my first passport. And in 20 years when I blog about it, the photo will still suck.
(I wanted to write more, but those collars keep poking me in the eye.)
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