Did you just call me "occifer?"

Since I am busy working on something else, I don’t have time for a long post today. Instead, here is a picture of me when I was a wee little tyke. I am sitting on the steps of a courthouse, with my (late) RCMP officer uncle, drinking a beer. Welcome to Cape Breton.

I drank a lot of beer when I was a kid. Anytime someone put a bottle down with some left, I was all over it. And I’d get a bit belligerent if all I got was foam.

However, this picture does tell us two important things:

1) This was about the time I start transitioning to cute kid, from horribly ugly baby. Seriously. I thought about scanning a pic of that too, but I just don’t want to look at it. Immediately after I was born, my Dad took one glance at me and asked if they could send me back.

2) It makes complete sense now why I don’t remember large chunks of my childhood.


2 thoughts on “Did you just call me "occifer?"

  1. Ah, now it all makes so much sense, j/k :-)

    That picture seems so incredibly Rockwellian, but from the Bizarro Rockwell. And at least you only had your dad asking if you could be sent back, my doctor wouldn’t stop slapping me :-P

    So, how’s the great work progressing or is it too early to inquire?

  2. heh heh

    The great work is progressing. Two chapters are completed. I would say that it is a very good representation of my writing “style.”

    For better or for worse. ;)

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