My father just sent me an electronic photo album of old slides he had scanned into the computer, including this one, from my kindergarten graduation:
It raises all sorts of issues, such as: Why aren't any of the other kids dressed like a cross between a ringmaster and a tiny pimp? Even in 1974, was a burgundy sport coat with white piping and gold buttons and matching plaid pants and bow tie a good look for anybody? Was I secretly an Irish step dancer? Is it just sheer luck that I didn't grow up to be one of these guys? It's all very confusing.