An old high school friend has tracked me down and shanghaied me into a sinister plot to reunite my high school drama class, which should be great fun. In addition to bringing a giggle to my eye, the experience has presented me with the shameful picture reproduced above. Yes, I used to wear a flannel shirt, I used to slick my hair back, my forehead has always been that big, and there was a stretch of several years where I absolutely refused to smile in photographs. In short, I nailed the sullen teenager bit to the wall.
And in case you were wondering, that is, indeed, a cardboard cut-out of George H. W. Bush in the background.