From December 1998: a New Year's Eve party with my soon-to-be inlaws. The five-'o-clock shadow is bad enough, but why did I wear the glasses? That was before the glasses reminded me of a consultant at a former workplace who wore a similar style. That consultant was clueless to the things we were going through as a station, and more importantly, clueless to the things I was going through since getting promoted off of weekends and into a whole new can of worms.
|Photos from my past and the tales they tell.|