Segue (no not that dumb scooter thing)

I thought the last post was a good segue into today's post and this picture of me standing in front of Mary Jane's house on Easter Sunday in the very early 1980s. You readers may think I spend a little too much time putting pictures of myself on this blog, when, of course, the blog is meant to be a forum for the 626 2nd Street building progress. Maybe I do. But it's my blog, so there. AND, I'm an only child, so most of the pictures we have are of, well, me. I can't help it. It's a curse I've learned to live with.

That said, this picture does have something to do with 626, afterall. Because I was standing across the street at Mary Jane's, I was most likely looking right at old 626 while my dad snapped my mug. (Later that morning I dumped a whole bottle of Fanta Strawberry on my dress.) With that in mind, I'll be posting a new "old" picture every day or so, so everyone can really experience, visually, what it was like to grow up there. Sometimes it makes me kind of glad I was the last little kid to live there. It will always be mine, you know? I wouldn't know it, but there must be an odd feeling when you leave a house you've loved and known all your life to a family of strangers.

Today I also have a fun shot of my dad standing around the contruction site. He needs a hard hat, don't y'all think?

I hope everyone has a splendid Wednesday. Oxford's only 95 degrees today. No rain, though. Y'all aren't dancing enough.