Don't Know Why - Norah Jones

My Sense of Humor

That'd be "humour" for my non-American readers.

Either way you spell it, it's abstruse.

Comin' to see Uncle Mike

This was the summer of '76, I am fairly sure. I had just bought some sort of Instamatic, guess it would've been a Polaroid. The film was horribly expensive and each photo cost nearly a dollar.

These have always been two of my favorite photos, not just because I love my nephews, but they made me think I "might" have an eye for taking a decent photo.

I was deluding myself, but I'll blame that on being young.

Been there

Heavy eyelids, slack jaw, a bit of drool and the expression of a blithering idiot.

This could describe a lot of folks after a Thanksgiving meal or a night of excessive drinking, but it describes ME for most of my life.