Who am I?
Take a look at the boy straddling the oil drum. . . That’s me, Brian. And for the life of me, I don’t remember that day. I don’t know who those boys are behind me, nor do I know where the photo was taken. I don’t have a clue what’s in the drum. Oil? Jet fuel? Memories?
But I’m barefoot and apparently there’s sand. . . So based on my theory that bare feet and sand and friends are three of the essential ingredients of happiness, I would say this was one of the happier days of my life–even if I can’t remember it.
