The Terrible Catsafterme

Brad's Musings and Meanderings

random acts of quoting

"I was thinkin' of growing a moustache, but they don't let you wear 'em at Annapolis." - Eddie Haskell, "Leave It to Beaver"

camera.gifI hope this is one of the few posts on this diary that has no accompanying visual aid, save this stock photo of a camera. The problem is I can’t post a photo here because of the nature of the topic.

Priorities change in life all the time. Ideas develop over the years and we often criticize ourselves for indescretions of the past…

As I become older, I am taking note of the increasing importance I am placing on chronicling things that I’ve done. This notion came to the forefront about three years ago when my family and I created our first Christmas newsletter. After the first one was completed, I made it my goal all year round to do some things worthy of being included in it – along with the pictures to prove it. Unfortunately, this has not always been the case.

One of the types of entries you will find here are Celebrity Encounters, with photos of me with various celebrities. I am star-struck and always have been, but for certain periods of time, I cared very little about having photos taken with the stars; I was more interested in obtaining autographs. There are a number of rather top-notch stars that I have met but did not get photographs with. For example: Mickey Rooney, Steve Allen, Edie Adams, William “Buckwheat” Thomas, and Dee Snider (the lead singer of Twisted Sister), to name but a few. Okay, so some are bigger than others.

There are also significant periods of my life that I consider to be especially important and highly regarded – periods of which no photographs exist that I am aware of. For starters, my sixth grade year, which I consider one of the greatest times of my life, had nary a photo snapped. I don’t even have a photo of me with my best friend at the time, Eric Welch. Also, no photos of an incredible week I spent in Bucyrus, Ohio with two friends from camp. In fact, there are very few photos of camp or my friends from camp at all – and I went there every summer for ten years! Even my high school years are sorely lacking in photos. All of these times are highly cherished, as were the people I knew at the time – but I can’t prove it with photos. So in these types of cases, you’ll have to paint your own pictures based on my words. I don’t have much problem visualizing these times… I was there!

So the lesson here, youngsters (especially those with all these newfangled digital camera devices) – TAKE PICTURES! You will be glad you did later in life.  

Leave a Reply