Kid Pics

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Yea, yea. Another website with kid pictures. But I can't resist.

I was born October 15, 1957, the week Sputnik hit the cover of Life magazine and set off the space race and science craze.

Check that white pressed shirt and skinny black tie. A reporter was born. And what about that cowlick?

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My mom was a real fan of Roy Rogers and Elvis. This is the result. The dark me, cool from day one. Then the light me, "loaded for bear," as my grandfather would say. This outfit (or one like it a year or two later) made me famous as a kid. For looking most like a cowboy, as measured by audience applause, I won the painting at a revival featuring a traveling chalk-talk artist/preacher. Cowboy became my nickname at church and then school, and later as a drummer in rock 'n' roll bands. I sort of like the cool cowboy in diapers best. Yet you can see my Bobo doll and pedal Army jeep in the color version, now lost forever unfortunately, probably deep in the Turkey Creek Landfill. Funny, to this day, I have an aversion to fist fighting and Army vehicles of any kind. And I simply loath cowboy boots, except on certain women.

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The one on the left shows that I was a skeptic from a very early age. My first visit with Santa at the Sears-Roebuck in downtown Birmingham, 1960, shows that I had trouble believing even then. In short, I was pissed.

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This is me as a Peanut, first year of little league baseball, my first love after mother's milk. How's this for some serious Americana?

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Redesigned Nov. 14, 1997

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