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.