Yesterday morning, my daughter calls from NYC with panic tone:
Bianca: Dad! Are you the one with a 'Fro and a funny looking clown tie?
Me: Yup.
Bianca: Ha ha ha! How did this happen?
Me: ( A thousand thoughts racing back to my chaotic past.) I just got a hair perm.
Bianca: Why?
Me: I was a big fan of Cassius Clay, Walt Frazier, Stevie Wonder, and the Commodores.
Ahh, all the things we do in search of identity.
Papa (standing far left, checkered jacket) / Mama (seated far left with my youngest sister Ricci) / Ate Cheryl (standing fifth from Papa) / Tommy (seated at the couch-arm far right) / MJ and Ces (seated at the floor directly in front of Mama / Lolo & Lola (center) / Uncles and Aunts and Cousins shown / + The only guy with spectacles, afro hairdo, organic beach tan, clown Pierre Cardin tie, and super-high waist slacks: In Search of Identity Me. Early 70's