The Big Hair Years 01

Support Your Local Sheriff

It’s weird how memory works. I have no recollection that I ever played cowboy, yet I remember all of these toys around in the bottom of toy trunks and places like that.

Best Job I Ever Had

Granted, I’ve only had three.

I got this job 15 years ago last month.

The Oddest Picture I’ve Seen This Year

Odd in that I have no idea why it was saved. My family was involved in show jumping at one point, and dad was a horse show steward, but the bulk of that involvement came years before this article would have run.

The Backbone Of Muncie, 1969

I don’t really know what’s going on here, but I like the idea of a newspaper running a giant article of ladies scolding people.

My Dad Sure Liked Trains

This is him in 1945 (top) and 1944 (bottom) at the Wawasee and Syracuse train stations in northern Indiana.

And Then We Hit The Mattresses

I don’t remember the article, but I do remember getting that photo taken. The idea was that it was two families from different sides of town, both with a living patriarch/matriarch. This must have been about 1979-1981.

The Folks Down The Street

The Miltenbergers. I think I’m spelling that right.

Making Muncie Not Very Proud

That’s my dear friend Rob Eidson and me flashing our record at the 1991 National Forensic League national tournament, just completed. I remember the weird hotel we were in and watching NBA hoops on the TV. That’s my white Chrysler Lebaron in the background, a gloriously goofy piece of crap car, but one for which I was always grateful.

I Still Go Through Life Like This

1970, maybe? Killer VP bag.