Mr Ratburn has open house tonight at his school, so I knew we wouldn't be able to take pictures before HNT. What to do? What to do? Times like this, it's good to break out the scanner and some old photo albums.
This is the young Mr Ratburn before he was a teacher, before I knew him even. See, by the time I met him, he was way over the "look how cool I am with a pretzel in my nose" look. I'm guessing this picture was taken about 1980.
Flash forward to 1986. Now, at this point, the Ratburn and I had been friends for 3 or 4 years now...that's right, I said friends. That is, until the night before this picture was taken anyway....don't I just have that look of a hippie gal thats been romping in a tent all night?
That's Mr Ratburn at Crater Lake, Oregon....in 1987....we were on our way to Alaska. What else did two hippie kids with a $300. a month rent have to do but drive to Alaska anyway? And, by the way, wouldja lookit all that hair!
Here I am in Kodiak, Alaska, so happy that our fucking hippie van only needed head gaskets in British Columbia, lol, so bloody happy that we finally made it! What some of you don't know is that I lived on Kodiak Island for three years when I was in elementary school. It was fun to go back and see that yes, it was true, I really did live in a fish smellin village in the middle of the gulf of Alaska for three massively snowing and bloody fish smellin years!
So there ya have it. A little look at the 1980s versions of me and Ratburn.
Happy HNT Everyone! OH! A sports theme? I do NOT think so....sorry, OS. I'm built for comfort, not for speed.