Dwaine, I was rummaging through some old college memorabilia, and came across this picture. I am almost certain your Mother sent it to me to prove that you were my son. Judging by the size of the protrubance you inherited, she may be right. Peeing in your Captain Crunch might expalin those headaches you have all the time. And the one fingered salute? That's my boy! Love, Your real Dad
Everytime I look at this picture I laugh. I bet this kid grows up with great childhood memories. Ahhhh the memories - a sunny day, a warm window sill, nothing but time, capt crunch, and cool dip for my dingy. Those were the days my friend. Those were the days. Barry
