Random shots, good and bad, through the years. Sadly, very few photos from the early days exist. If you’re old enough, you know what it was like before we all carried a camera in our pocket everyday.

My first passport photo, taken when my dad was transferred to Italy. I see this picture now and immediately imagine a six-year-old secret agent.

Ninth grade at Jefferson Junior High, which has since closed down. I think they took one look at the hair and the polyester leisure suit and decided it was best to shut down the school.

Sort of a “Revenge of the Nerds” moment: Inducted into the Cooper High School Hall of Fame - which led to my horribly embarrassing moment with Mrs. Bauernfeind (see Chapter 7).

Another big honor in 2019: Inducted into the Colorado Authors Hall of Fame. All those years as a kid, absorbing every word of the Hardy Boys and Isaac Asimov, paid dividends as an adult.

At the start of my sleep test, which led to this order from my doctor: “Leave Colorado and get closer to sea level.” But this is sexy, right?

The ol’ radio veteran in 2024.