Dessert's on Me
Well, what can I say?
This is me at nine months, in June 1969. Apparently some generous grown-up had handed me a slice of cake.
When I was a kid, I hated this photo. I think perhaps its coffee stains and other mysterious blotches come from childhood attempts to destroy it. Now I finally think it's cute. At the very least, it shows how blessed I am that, a few months after it was taken, my parents took me in for an eye operation, saving me from having to go through life looking like Ben Turpin.
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