It seems that I have started a trend with my posts. I'm not too sure when this photo was taken since the events of my father's life have always been somewhat cryptic. Stories of this college or that tend to run together. His stay at High Point University was short. He ended up beating up a security guard to get to the girls dorm. These are the stories I hear about from my father in the 1960's. He wasn't protesting or taking drugs, he was drinking and fucking! This picture was taken when he was still playing college football, before he hurt his leg and a little bit before signing up for the marines in 68.
It's strange but the man still has the same hair line. He must of been 19 or 20 here and it's never gone futher back (in forty years) since this time. It even looks like he's gotten a little more. He was a pretty goofy looking guy, check out that well rounded nose-I've got some of that mess. Looking at pictures like these, I've always been struck by how little I look like my family. Often people have joked that my Uncle Phil was my father both from the look as well as the way we run.
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