The Early Years: Jim Has A Groovy Dresser And Nothing To Wear
Category: the early years
The Early Years: Jim Is Class Spokesman
From the “Blatant Lies” department:
The Early Years: Who Wore It Better?
Me and one of my cousins (I’m on the left, in case you werre wondering …)
My mom’s nurse teddy bear?
Me or my mom’s nurse teddy bear?
(It’s okay. I know the answer is the bear.)
The Early Years: (Almost) Easter & A Price Drop Announcement
Looking for an inexpensive novel to read while we’re all under orders to stay home as much as possible? I’ve reduced the price to 99 cents on the ebook editions of all the novels that are currently under my control (all of them except Night Watchman*, whose publisher abruptly closed up shop last year — a fact I only learned about when I noticed it had disappeared from the Kindle store).
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The Early Years: Jim Is Small But Very Precise With Measurements
Sadly, my drawing skills never really improved all since then. Also, is it just me, or did I draw myself looking a tiny bit like the Joker in that picture?
Hmm, okay, maybe not.
That 70s Dust Jacket Author Photo
Me in the 1970s, dressed to the 9s. Or the 8s, or however old I was when it was taken:
You would totally buy a book with this photo on the back of the dust jacket, right? No? Is the unbuttoned jacket a bit much? How about this, then?
Oh yeah. Everyone loves a dimple and a little dot on the chin.
The Early Years: Travel Writer
So this week I reached into the giant stack of old schoolwork and other papers that my parents sent me several years ago. This time I pulled out a contribution to that great American literary genre, the epistolary road trip memoir:
The Early Years: Jim Has Stitches
So in last week’s post, “Safe/Scary“, I dredged up an ancient kind of creepy-looking sort-of Venn diagram from elementary school from the pile of old papers my folks sent me years ago. This assignment was to list things that were “safe” on one side and “scary” on the other. One of my “scary” items was “Going to get stitches”. This prompted an email from my folks with a photo of my first “Going to get stitches” episode, in which I tripped and fell on my face on the sidewalk at my grandparents’ house:
The Early Years: Safe/Scary
It’s been a while since I reached into the giant stack of old schoolwork and other papers that my folks sent out to me a few years ago, so I thought it was time to do that again. And what did I fish out? This vaguely creepy little pseudo-Venn diagram:
The Early Years: Happy/Sad
It’s been a while since I reached into the great big stack of elementary school documents and assignments that my folks shipped out to me a while back, so I thought that this week, instead of another teaser from Great North Road, I would go get something out of the pile of forty year old papers. And so I present to you this “Happy/Sad” assignment:
