When the head-shaving was about half-done, he also captured one of me as sort of a Miami Vice drug dealer villain (that really was the sort of shirt I routinely wore in those days, however)...
He sent me several others, like this one of Stan (taken by me, I guess?) channeling The Great Waldo Pepper; western Pennsylvania, mid-'80s...
...me, same vintage, apparently trying to look like a henchman from an episode of MacGyver...
...Stan, my nephew Zack and me, southern Ohio, 1984...
...and me displaying all the maturity customarily associated with a 22-year-old, giving some poor mannequin her #MeToo moment...
