I’ve been using my mom’s laptop since I went on vacation and just today I happened to notice a file of photos from god knows when, of my dad and some friends on a camping trip in the mountains somewhere. I have no idea when this was. I have no idea who any of the guys in the other photos are. I DO remember this little truck behind him and whenever I see photos of it I immediately get flashbacks to all those times we’d ride in it to the dump or he’d drive me to soccer practice or that awful recurring nightmare I’d have that my preschool teacher, Ms. Ruth, was chasing us all over town trying to kiss him. That truck was one loud motherfucker and our dog always knew when my dad was coming home from work a good minute or two before he pulled up because he could hear it from blocks away. Anyhow…this is my dad and I have no mental recollection of him ever looking like this because whenever I think back I just see him as how he looks now. I have that red and white water jug in storage downstairs and those moon boots…do you remember moon boots? They were soft and cushiony and I loved to wear them. Also, my dad has always loved peanuts so it is no surprise that there is a half-eaten bag in this photo. This is the only time I have ever seen my dad wear anything resembling a hat.