Feb 1970

I am always wondering exactly what sort of thing I should post.



I can't think of anything at all right now. I was going to hide the fact with a witty recap of my cold. But then, on second thought, I realized there isn't much entertainment to be had in a head cold. So I thought I'd let a stroll through the photographic archives be my inspiration.



I found these gems in my archives, allegedly dated "Feb 1970."



The computer does the darndest things behind my back.



It was in the 70's for a while before the M*ster got tired of them and brought it back to the Oughties.



She never even lived in the 70's, so how could she know? I think the Mac was having fun grooving to live Elvis albums.



The 70s are only sun-drenched pre-kindergarten memories for me. Dominated by the yellow trailer we lived in, miles and miles of joshua trees and my father's Triumph.