Sanibel Island, Florida, c.1974. Yes, that's me with the giant band-aid on one leg and a scrape on the other. A girly-girl, I was not.
I posted this not to show off my awesome low-maintenance hair cut or my brother's happenin' plaid shorts, which incidentally are back in style, but to point out a major difference in family photos betweeen today's digital era and the film days of yesteryear. I can snap 100 photos of Steven without batting an eye, choose the very best one on the spot and casually discard the rest.
My parents had to be a little more talented, taking merely a photo or two and hoping for the best after the vacation was over and the moment was gone. Judging by the photos that do exist of my brother and me side by side...I'd say they did a great job. Especially considering Jeff and I didn't like each other in the least. But we're better now.
