I take the hint—just need to follow-through. Tonight, my cousin Dan emailed another photo, taken by my uncle, circa 1970, with closing “call any time”. I will. I will. We Wilcox men must stick together.
Meanwhile, the Featured Image, later edited by me, is what he sent. I only share with you because everyone benefits from humbling moments of public humiliation. Eleven-year-old me looks like the prince of dweebs. I am aghast, honestly. Someone should have left that little twerp in the woods.
Speaking of them, location of the shot would have been somewhere north of Allagash, Maine. For a short story about hunting trips there, see “Somewhere Between Dickey and Rivière-Bleue“, which I posted in November 2005, and “The Bear Cub” (March 2015), which tells the same story but with lots of background about Aroostook County.
Returning to the photo, the gentleman holding a beer bottle would be my father—about 29 years old, if Dan has the year right. Cuz is, of course, the tall, handsome teen behind.
Photo Credit: Glenwood Wilcox