So my brother calls me to tell me that I should Google my name and see what happens.  I do as he advises and there, as result number three, I find something called "Pictures2.html."

"Oh, God," I think.  I hold my breath and click.  "HOLY CRAP," I scream to myself.  There before my eyes are pictures of me and my fraternity buddies from almost 20 years ago. Apparently Brannen "Bourbon" Taylor has created a nice little alumni site with tons of pictures. I’m posting the best one here, because quite frankly the rest call my masculinity into question.

I obviously had a propensity for pastel colored shirts, and somehow I didn’t get laughed out of college.

Actually I have to show you my nice 80’s pant selection (see below) on a spring break trip.  That’s my fraternity brother Shane Womack in the towel. From looking at all of Bourbon’s pictures I’d have to say that my fraternity brothers had a propensity to wear no shirts at all…maybe that’s why no one noticed my pastels.

Ah, to hell with it.  I’ve been married for 13 years, I’m 38 years old, a father of three, a hell of a lot fatter and with a little less hair than these pictures show.  What do I have to lose besides the last shred of dignity I’ve been saving up for an emergency.

Okay, I can’t resist posting a couple more.  I’m beginning to realize how much I regret not staying in touch with these guys.  I still consider them some of the best people I’ve met.  I guess I’ll have to pick up the phone and start dialing.

Thrd picture is our intramural flag football team.  I’m in the back and that’s my younger brother Russ in the foreground in the white shirt.  I was a fifth-year senior and Russ a freshman that year.  I’ve always been thankful we had the chance to spend that much time together.

Last picture is from a trip we made to Wyoming for a leadership workshop.
That’s Parag Amin, me, Keven Kvasnicka (back), Francis Shafer and Scott
Swahl.  Hard to believe it’s been about 17 years since that was shot