Monday, July 21, 2008


Yesterday I was going through a bunch of old photos and came across two images of my mother from the early 1950s. Let's just say that teenage Barbara Fisher was a hottie, which I can do without needing therapy, because I'm gay.

Okay, maybe I do need therapy. Whatevs.

Anyway, I scanned a few dozen photographs yesterday, so if there's a groundswell of interest, maybe I'll show you what I looked like en route to my senior prom in 1977.

Or maybe not.