At 7, in the fall of 1980, I was still in my towheaded years.
Pausing a moment to stare into the sun on a family vacation to Canada, I seem to be pondering, “What does ‘towheaded’ mean?”
It’s hard to say which glasses/mustache combination on this bottom row is the cheesiest. My excuse? I was in Fort Collins, Colo. beginning a master’s program in creative writing. So I had to look the part. I can’t explain the other two.