Last week, Kelly went to a technical conference in San Jose on Tuesday. On Thursday, I flew out to join him for a couple of days.
His rental car was a P T Cruiser and I dropped him off at Avis on Saturday before taking him to the airport, then I picked up my rental car from Hertz, and stayed through Monday.
Here he is just before packing up to leave.
On Friday night, we drove to Rodeo to have dinner with the Aunts and my mom, who had arrived into Oakland early that afternoon.
Here's a cute little picture of me in kindergarten, 1968. All my life, I've never forgotten this shot below in first grade (1969) when the photog asked me to say "peaches" and he snapped the shot at the "ch" sound. If you're trying to get a kid to smile, don't tell them to say peaches. It's scarred me for life. Mom, what the heck happened to my hair? Did I fix it myself? After all, I was in second grade and very capable. My grandma crocheted that groovy vest for me, but who is responsible for the hack job on my hair? Hello, 1970! Who knows where my third grade picture is. We moved so often, changing schools, that I might have missed picture day. Next is my fourth grade mug shot. I must have sworn off bangs by then. Thank goodness for those plastic barrettes to deal with the in-between length. Notice how every year I wore green? Yeah, it's been my favorite color for as long as I can remember. I don't have an actual school pic of me in f...
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