My brother and I, either in ’69 or ’70. I’m the older one, on the left. The photo was taken by a friend of the family, and co-worker of my father, Jack Matsumoto (he also took the photo I featured here). Not much to comment on here, though I still remember vague elements of this day, of going to Mr. Matsumoto’s house somewhere up in the hills (I’m inclined to think Round Top Drive, in Honolulu), and running around in his yard and picking up guavas that had fallen from his trees.
I look at the photo, and I want to collapse the past 34-some years into nothing. Is it heretical to take a moment from looking ahead to feel some tinge of regret that I had to go on living past this point, that I couldn’t forever exist in this pre-aware state, ignorantly, blissfully picking up guavas?
That’s a good photo for it’s age! Very cute!
The update of Safari released today has cleared up the CSS issue afflicting previous versions, and “hmmn” is showing up right there in the center column. Thought you would like to know.