Sunday Is A Good Day

... for waxing nostalgic.

Going through family photographs to send some to my daughter when I discovered this portrait of my father taken in the early thirties when he was a freshman in college. The story is that my grandmother threw a fit when she saw the mustache. Very stylish and I'm sure he was going for the "movie star" look, but apparently it had to be penciled in with a mascara pencil.

.... and the adventure, vanity and all, continues.