IT'S MY ONLY JOB AROUND THE HOUSE

Karen doesn't ask much of me while I'm working in my home office, while she's at work. Just keep the fire going in the wood-burning stove, so the cats will be warm. That's all she asks. She says, "You don't have to clean the house or take out the trash or vacuum or wash the dishes or the clothes...just keep the fire going for the cats."

I've failed again.

IS IT POSSIBLE?

Can I really be turning 63 today? Where did my life go? It seems like just yesterday that I was standing on the steps in San Diego, with Linda and Jeff.



Yes, that's Linda, looking like she wants to kill someone. Stay out of her way!! (Double click on the photo to get the full effect of her wrath.) Jeff is looking dapper in his sports coat and bow tie. And, of course, that's me in my Little Rascals' Alfalfa stage.

I found that photo and started looking at a bunch of other photos. It was kind of fun to see my life through photos. Here are some highlights:

A happier Linda, with baby Bobby -



Cub Scout Bobby, at about 8 years old, not quite grown into my ears yet -



Paperboy Bobby - winner of the big contest, about age 12 -



My Senior Picture, age 17 -



Washing my brand new 1968 VW Kaefer (Beetle) in the snow in Sandhausen, Germany. About age 22 -



Graduated from BYU and working at my photo lab, circa 1975, which would make be about 29 years old -



In one of my yo-yo, up-and-down, roller coaster phases...at a down time in my weight cycle. Around 1978, or so. Somewhere about 32 or 33 and about 160 lbs. -



And, just the other day at the new In-N-Out Burger in Orem, UT, age 62 and about 250 lbs. -


It's been a good life, so far. I'm going to try to stick around a little bit longer.