Love You, Brother!
Ry-Guy and I had a little chat this afternoon. I got the impression that he didn't appreciate the blog's recent walk down memory lane. In fact, I do believe he is in a complete state of denial about his Sgt. Slaughter years. Poor kid--doesn't want to face the reality of his complete cuteness. The good news is that I'm not only aware of his darling self, but I'm not ashamed to flaunt it for him. Love you, brother!
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I must say the pictures are improving...from sandbagging to Sarge to tacky eighties jacket...nice...i'm still curious to know where these pictures are coming from...such a slippery little devil...and I love you too :)
There is one thing about that cute little red headed boy - he has the best smile in the world. Even today.
Isn't most of the smile veneer due to the golfing accident?
Damn you Marper for bringing up a memory this poor little redheaded boy was trying to forget...
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