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The tie! Hole-y Jeebus, the tie!!
Is that a burlap tie?
I feel your pain. I have a picture a couple years earlier than this. Same fabric, I’m pretty sure, but green, shamrock green. With a green plaid shirt and a grossly oversized green bow tie. All set off with long David Cassidy hair and giant gold rimmed John Denver glasses.
Truly hideous. Thankfully, the internet didn’t exist yet, and if I have any say in the matter, that photo will never see the light of day.
The knot on that tie is making Jesus cry.
Papa Vel-DuRay went to Creighton, and was influential in alumni circles. His brother was a lay professor there as well (I still can’t write that without giggling). I grew up around Jesuits, and found them a lot of fun. They all seemed interested – I should note in a decidedly non-sexual way – in the dorky tween that was me. Always asked me what I was reading, and what I thought of it, and why I thought that way. I almost went to Creighton Prep, but, alas, wasn’t smart enough, even with Papa’s connections. A four year all-boys school would have been divine….
(I do have a senior picture – at my mother’s insistence – but it’s not in the yearbook. In fact, I managed to stay completely out of my senior yearbook, after being over-exposed in the junior year one. I thought if I was absent from the senior book, I would never be hunted down for reunions. Unfortunately, I had not planned on the rise of the internet.
We all had corduroy suits in 1980…they were “hot”.
Also: Velour.
But, Alexander Julian was AWESOME!
Dan, Love your bio on there, especially the ‘You are cordially invited to go f*ck yourself” button on the lapel!
My senior year book was burned by the Jesuits.
Reason: that year, the school went co-ed. The editors of the yearbook, South Side jagoffs one and all, didn’t approve, and so throughout the whole yearbook, among all the class pictures, they sprinkled the most hideous mugshots of women arrested for drugs and prostitution at Cook County Jail, with racist and obscene names under the photos. The Jesuits got a hold of one, then burned the rest. Legend has it a few survived, but I’ve never actually seen one.
It’s easy to see why you turned out to be the “normal” one in the family.
I think you’re lovely, especially your eyes. Just my $0.02.
That takes courage, Dan. I’m not sure most of us would want any high school photo out there.
I’m with Kim—adorable. Total teenage-poet eyes! And willing to get in trouble for a good sandwich.
I suppose it really says something about me that I acutally kinda like the corduroy suit.
They were “in” when I was in my 20’s.
@ Kim and Bethany
Aw, shucks.