This photo is on the Bolivar Ferry.

When I was 4ish, I had very blonde, very curly hair. On of my mom’s friends wanted me to be the ring bearer in her wedding – for the cute blonde curls. About a week before the wedding, Linda and I played barber and I was the subject. Mom’s friend was very upset but did not kick me out (to my ultimate chagrin). Mom took me to a barber to try to salvage my hair. My only memory of the wedding is the infinite rehearsal and the boring wedding. The moral, according to DPG, don’t make little kids part of weddings.