I know, this is not a photo of my mom. It is a photo of me when I was young and in college — and thought it was cool to wear tie-dye orange t-shirts with Birkenstocks.
No, my drunken followers, my mom sent me this photo as an Easter gift. In the photos I think we are at Universal Studios or somewhere in Florida. This was a time when I knew I was going to be an editor at some newspaper in a tree staffed by birds. So young, so naive, so unaware of the industry imploding around itself.
But this is not a diatribe on newspapers or the wonder that is Orlando or tie-dye.
No, this really was just to say I do miss my Mom. And Suz and The Brothers and My Dog.
I don't think I ever tell them that.