I also was 3 once. Here I am with my sister, Lynn, and my mom, then a brunette. Nice crown. Oct. 1975.	I have no idea why I'm smiling. I'm about to be shipped off to Camp Winnaukee on Lake Winnapesaukee, N.H., a god-forsaken place I suffered at for eight weeks every summer for eight summers starting when I was - yes! - 5.5 years old. Maybe I had just gotten home?
My baby picture. Those dimples would come in handy later on. 1973   I think this is Halloween with Lynn and Julie.	Here's my kindergarten photo, circa 1975. Look carefully and you'll see that brown front tooth, a product of a root canal and one of the earliest reasons the other kids tormented me. And no, it's NOT because of that plaid shirt and overalls. That was cool at the time. My mom said so.
I'm leaning over my Bar Mitzvah cake on October 19, 1985. Nobody's quite sure what that cake icing is made of, but I'm thinking a cow is still missing his skin somewhere.	Me with David Elias, my neighbor and childhood friend. David was one of the few kids who were nice to me. Most of the time, anyway.