I painted my house with an op art theme during the summer of 1989, when I was expected to work my first year as a design engineer for a small corporation with no vacation time off.  My wife and children were taking the usual six weeks off, seeing New York City from the observation level of the Empire State Building.  When I finally had pictures taken in 1992, the emphasis was on things that my wife was not fond of.

I had taken pictures of a jungle hut in Nam, where a suspicious area in a free fire zone had been spotted by a helicopter.  My squad was the last group in my platoon to enter the area that had structures, and the last to leave.  On the way out, we set fire to the huts.  On another occasion, I was trying to get a roof to burn when someone tossed a hand grenade in the tunnel that started inside the hut.  The sound of the grenade exploding was the first I heard about that plan.

I have been overweight for many years.  After studying this series of pictures, I learned how to pose so my stomach does not show in most pictures that I am in.  I am not a big drinker, except for orange juice, milk, water, lemonade, hot chocolate, apricot nectar, pineapple juice, tomato juice, and buttermilk.  Now I'm trying to make it two quarts of water per day.

Kiltoy was here.

and here

Headbands that I wore during those years have ended up on a mop that has gone to many war protests.

The Epiphone electric guitar is one reason my hearing is not as good as it could be.  I had an amp with 4 8-inch speakers, and I liked playing loud.  I wore out a few frets once.  I had them replaced when it was impossible to play one note because the string had worn the fret down so far that the string hit the next fret on the neck when I was trying to play at the low fret.

The neighbor's house on 40 feet wide lots was so close that the north side of my house was only fully visible from a few vantage points.  My neighbors were not pleased with the overall American flag as seen through bloodshot eyes concept.  I was ready to paint the house different colors a few years later, when Prince announced that purple was no longer his favorite color.  He was starting to like pink better.  I decided to paint the house bayberry when I was unable to find any outrageously purple house paint.