Yup, another of my very first posts…

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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 Browne. 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.