Rambling Rhodes

Can We Talk?!

I've always wondered what the hell I was thinking, during this picture, putting my arm out like a chicken wing. It's kind of an aggressive posture, like I'm about to give Matt Lauer the 411 about Scientology. The photographer probably was afraid I was going to bite him with my Chiclet teeth. It had been about two full years since the toboggan to the face incident, and the teeth had moved at a glacial pace somewhat closer together. Dentists continued to insist braces weren't necessary. To their credit, in about three more years, they would be proven right. Just not quite in the way they imagined. Oh, and say good-bye to the bowl cut, people, because. . .