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throwback thursday: boy scout

awww yeeeaaaahhh. check out that little boy scout. this picture is totally rad, and taken near the beginning of my 14-year "awkward stage." dad was the troop chaplain, and i think i made it all the way to the rank of second class. that sounds about right....a second class scout. this was taken in waynesburg, pennsylvania, where i grew up until i was 12. i was probably 11 or so in this picture.

one more thought: why don't i incorporate striped scarves more in my wardrobe? i mean, that's a hot look, don't you think? i could just wear a button up shirt and then wear a 'fashion accessory' (fancy term for scarf) with some kind of brooch or something to tie it all together. i think i need to bring it back, baby. bring it back.

Comments

Anonymous said…
oh for the love of all that's good and holy.

you are uber cool.

who's the guy over the mantle?
stella g. said…
that is awesome. in fact, it looks like it should be on one of of those retro cards. usually it's old ladies wanting martinis, but i think this could work.
DogBlogger said…
I'm with Stella G. You better keep an eye on Hallmark to make sure they don't steal this glimpse of your youth to use for a birthday card.
Happy said…
I don't even know you personally, but yet I'm grinning. I don't care who you are, that's some funny stuff.
Anonymous said…
Don't ever attempt to accessorize without the assistance of a gay professional. i'll have my brother give you a call. julid
Anonymous said…
Man...I always knew I liked you. I was a second class scout before I was kicked out.
Walt said…
When I left Toms River, I left the COR Scout Shirt with you. I think you should join up with the local scout troop, hey Jack will be ready for tiger cubs soon.

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