Today is my sister Jean’s birthday. Fifty-four years on this earth. So I dug out this old photo from a family trip, D.C. I think, perhaps Virginia. I seem to recall us heading down there to visit my brother John. Of the seven children, Jean was #6 and I was #7, so toward the end, as the elders fled, it was us.
I’d bet that I’m 13 in this shot, making this 1974, guessing.
If you are like me, you can’t get enough of shots from this period, Nixon to Ford to Carter.
The glorious ’70s. The story of innocence lost.