On reflection, I'm thinking maybe this is not a good sign. It feels like someone is offering me a Tic Tac because I have bad breath.
Here's one of the photos. It's yours truly with a friend's son, posing before we [me, his parents and siblings] all went to a gallery opening in LA -- in the late eighties or early nineties. He, the son, sent it to me after the birthday party mentioned in the previous entry. One could suppose that he thinks I looked better then than I do now. Let's see, it's almost been twenty years.
On the other hand, maybe -- nope, there is no "other hand" or anything close to a "maybe." I suppose I could post a picture from today for comparison. In my sweats. With no makeup. And a nice juicy coldsore trying to get a good grip on my upper lip.
Like that's going to happen.