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25.4.06

More pictures of people you don't know

Every once in a while I come across a bunch of photographs in my albums and I debate whether to post them. It's not that they're bad pictures, it's just that they're pictures of people, and if you don't know them, who cares, right? But today, at least, I forged on. You may like them. Who knows? And only six or seven people are reading this anyway, so I can do what I want! Bwah-ha-ha-ha!

So: in September 1994 Krys and I went back to Pennsylvania for our "official" wedding parties. We had one in Pottsville, where Krys grew up, and one in Doylestown, where my parents live. Krys took no pictures of the one her family threw her (perhaps because her family is a bunch of horrible mutants, like those people in The Hills Have Eyes), but I was camera-happy at the one my family had. So these are people I'm related to or were friendly with. Deal with it.


This is my good friend Dave. Yes, the same Dave whose wedding I missed in October. He and his brother thought long, stringy hair was "cool" back then. Thank God he finally cut it.


This is my Dad's brother, Uncle Rob (I don't think the "uncle" was officially part of his name). He died not too long after this party - I'm not sure when, but my sister got married in 1997 and he had already died. Cancer. I'm 99% it was bone marrow cancer, which is apparently very nasty. He was a swell guy - he was eight years younger than my father, which means he was in his musical prime in the late 1960s, so he always had interesting records while my Mom and Dad had Herb Alpert stuff. It's weird looking at pictures of people who should be alive but aren't - he should only be in his mid-50s now, but he's gone. His daughter, my cousin, is the one who went to Dubai last year and is now modeling occasionally while she's in college. I have posted her picture before, most recently in this post.


This is Jennifer, the daughter of my Mom's cousin. Does that make her my second cousin or my first cousin once removed? Beats me. Does anyone know? She's a cool chick, even though I don't know her that well. I haven't seen her since this party. It's always interesting to move away from family, because you go decades without seeing them, even though there's always a connection.


John lived next door to me in college, and he's a very interesting guy. Bizarre, but interesting. This was the last time I saw him until earlier this year, when he showed up unannounced on my doorstep. He lives in San Diego but he was in Gilbert, AZ, looking at a bird. He's big into birds. He's married now and presumably his wife is as strange as he is. She'd have to be.


This is my best friend Ken. I'm not exactly sure what he is doing. Probably grimacing wildly in an attempt to mess up my picture. Damn you, Ken!


Not too long before the party, Ken had gotten his first tattoo. He was very proud of it - he took a long time to decide what kind he should get and where he should get it. I think it's a very cool tattoo, even though there is no way in hell I'd ever get one. I'm not sure if he ever got another one or if he regrets getting this one - the subject has never come up. It's pretty neat, isn't it?

That's all for this week. Sorry if they were boring this time around. Next week we're back in Oregon and ready to travel, so the pictures will be all filled with nature and stuff!

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6 Comments:

Blogger Roger Owen Green said...

I stole this from a post of mine last May 18.

"Removed" means that two people are from different generations. "Once removed" signifies that there is a difference of one generation. So, my mother's first cousins are my first cousins, once removed. "Twice removed" means that there is a two-generation difference. Thus, my grandmother's first cousins are first cousins, twice removed.
And my mother's first cousins' kids are my second cousins, because we share a common GREAT-grandparent, and are of the SAME generation. Got that?

25/4/06 10:27 PM  
Blogger Greg said...

Excellent. It is clear now. Thank you, sir.

26/4/06 7:34 AM  
Blogger Roxy said...

No more dorky pics of Greg?

Damn...

26/4/06 9:06 PM  
Blogger Greg said...

When have there EVER been dorky pix of me???? None exist.

Okay, maybe not. Fret not, though - next week there shall be a picture of me. It is up to you to decide whether it's dorky or not!

26/4/06 9:19 PM  
Blogger Thomas said...

Aunt Mary? Uncle Steve?

27/4/06 1:40 AM  
Blogger Greg said...

My Uncle Rob's wife is actually named Mary, Thomas. I don't have an Uncle Steve, though. Sorry!

27/4/06 7:38 AM  

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