Here is another of those very first posts I did during those glorious early days, as I struggled to find my stride and figure out what I was doing… and why I was doing it…
And I threw in some old family photos.
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Being all art-side-of-the-brain is not a handicap when you are a child. Children are expected to spend a lot of time with crayons, and no one really gets upset when you color outside the lines…
That is me on the left. The small one, I mean, being held by my Mother. No, I had not just finished a meal, I just drooled a lot. I also cried a lot according to my mom, (and neighbors who lived half way up the street have verified this fact). I only weighed like four and a half pounds at birth. I was so skinny, nurses tossed a coin to see who had to give me my shots. Not bad, considering I am now six feet four inches tall and weigh 230 pounds. Next to me is my older brother Jack…hey, Jack…I would tease him about the jacket, but my family believed in hand-me-downs, so odds are I was wearing that coat not much later. And there are my parents, June and Howard. Oh, if they only knew what was in store for them, they would be sticking their tongues out also.
Fast forward to a few years later. There are the four Browne boys. That is me with no shirt. I must be 8 or 9 years old. Is it just me, or do I look like I had six-pack abs? Awesome! I am either keeping my youngest brother Sid safe, or getting ready to push him off. You never could tell with those Browne boys. There is Jack in the back, and Henry looks to be spending some quality time with the camel…or he has just passed out from pure exhaustion…Judging by my haircut, this must have been when mom was still cutting our hair. The camel looks a little concerned, and that goes to show the wisdom of the wise ship of the desert.
Pouring My Art Out 
Could be abs…. Could be ribs! Cute.
I can still feel those rippling muscles under their protective layer of flab… thanks.
Funny? You don’t look 6’4″ on my monitor. Still sporting a bad haircut though. I shall be gone most of the day today. Another concert in and out plus a combo birthday/Father’s day party to fill the middle. Oldest son turning Four Oh. I signed his card, “Welcome to midlife. Your crises awaits.” HA
Crisis wise… been there, done that. Say hey to the kids. I love kids. Adults I am not so sure about.
Ditto on his plan, Hotspur. You know him well.
He was here from the beginning. He more or less discovered me. That is why I worship him. It also explains the somewhat unseemly man-crush.
You only wish it explained it.
True enough.
Back in to take out a show at 10P. Working tomorrow too. Yea! Badly needed. My Father’s day good. Hope yours was the same. Sundays are very quiet in the blogosperhe, true enough. Maybe tomorrow evening. Red sky tonight. The waters be calml. Nary a sign of a fluke. Sleep well, mate.
Fair sailing and good whaling, shipmate.
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Thanks, a piece of your history trapped in time!
If the estate ever lets me into the house I must grab some of my strange looking youth photo to do as you…
Cheers
Having a blog is a little like living forever. We are all creating our own time capsules.
I have never seen this before and I enjoyed it so the plan included charming new viewers!
Elephant
I am all about charming the new people. Those who have been here a long time know the risks of following someone who has a brain like a small cage full of crack squirrels. Thanks.
I have seen you repost this before, but I never get tired of it.
I never should have started recycling posts without having a plan.
That WAS your plan.
I am not really a ‘plan’ guy.