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Friday Oct 12, 2007 #
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weight:137.5lbs
Back to the 70s, when I started orienteering, and I've found this fine shot of me and Sharon Crawford -- yes, she was actually young once, too! -- at the 1978 O'Ringen, though I'm not sure where the fine hats came from....
Though it was not my only fine hat, there was a blue-and-white model made by Gail -- though you'll have to take my word for the color, as the National Park Service was only using black-and-white film when they covered the croquet tournament on the Eclipse south of the White House, an event sponsored by the British Embassy, in which I won my first two 4-person matches to advance to the final....
Where I got trounced by a guy smoking a pipe, no less.
And then there seems to be a fine multi-colored hat, also by Gail, early 70s, back-country skiing above Taos, though there doesn't appear to be an excess of snow....
Found a photo of another "sport" -- coed touch football, though I'm not sure if any plays were called for the dog....
Through all of this, the younger, the more hair....
And then finally, I can't possibly go zipping back through the 70s without a quick visit to June 9, 1973, day we tied the knot....
Up next, the military era, and maybe a little more from the 60s, planned for a Saturday when hopefully there will be no visitors.
Though it was not my only fine hat, there was a blue-and-white model made by Gail -- though you'll have to take my word for the color, as the National Park Service was only using black-and-white film when they covered the croquet tournament on the Eclipse south of the White House, an event sponsored by the British Embassy, in which I won my first two 4-person matches to advance to the final....
Where I got trounced by a guy smoking a pipe, no less.
And then there seems to be a fine multi-colored hat, also by Gail, early 70s, back-country skiing above Taos, though there doesn't appear to be an excess of snow....
Found a photo of another "sport" -- coed touch football, though I'm not sure if any plays were called for the dog....
Through all of this, the younger, the more hair....
And then finally, I can't possibly go zipping back through the 70s without a quick visit to June 9, 1973, day we tied the knot....
Up next, the military era, and maybe a little more from the 60s, planned for a Saturday when hopefully there will be no visitors.