Good Morning Gentle Readers,
That's a beardless TWC sporting a mighty fine, circa 1977 tuxedo. Dig the lapels. My old buddy Chuck Davis is dressed a bit more California. The occasion was El Jeronimo de Crow's wedding to she-who-must-not-be-named.
The House Blond observed that I appeared mad and Chuck looked, well, ah, delicately now.....like he had partaken of Willie's herb.
Ordinarily, when I'd walk into a room, little kids shrank from me with terror in their hearts and tears in their eyes. That doesn't happen anymore and kids seem to love me. My House Blond said it's because old man TWC looks like Santa Claus vacationing in the Islands after the Big Night. She asked why I rarely smiled in pics. Easy answer. I didn't like my smile.
Mexican weddings are the best and Jerry's was no exception. We danced and drank and laughed and toasted the newlyweds. Later, I spent some earnest time with a girl who would smell sweet no matter her name. Not enough time, mind you, because long before the pumpkin hour, she regained some semblance of sobriety her good sense. Such is life.
Photo courtesy of Jerry. I cleaned it up some, but 1970's color prints just didn't hold up very well.