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Whoo boy, where do I start with this one? An old color photo from the 1980s of a young boy (me) sitting on an old man's lap (my grandfather) on a recliner. I'm wearing a light gray sweater with a white collared shirt and looking at the camera. My hair is a whole situation, an immense, thick, rounded structure that might be explained by generations of natural selection among mammals trying to survive an aggressively cold climate. It seems like it must have been formed by the gravitational collapse of an astronomically large cloud of hair. Just a dark, dense object that looks like its weight would cause permanent neck and shoulder problems for a thin, bookish child. It really was something to behold. My grandfather, who is also looking at the camera, is wearing a black button down shirt, a light brown leather vest, a bolo tie, and a large silver belt buckle. He has a mustache and is balding. His hand is in the foreground and is resting on a cane that isn't visible in the photo. He is, of course, wearing a Bolo tie.