When I Was Just a Kid...

...So my Mothers explanation as to why she let my hair grow so long for this pic at the tender age of four was recently questioned...Her answer swift, stern and insistent: "You were very sick the week I had the photographer "scheduled" to visit our home and was unable to get you to the barber for a trim... (I guess they did those kinda things back then - meanwhile we didn't have pots for pissing in - (that's another blog post I'll later digress) - over the years my family laughs at this shot, calling this one "Baby Mozart...humm, is this the reason why I'm so into music? I learn, you learn...