1982, barely a month before my fourth birthday. Trick-or-Treating at the Louisville Zoo, I'm posed with...Santa Claus? Does this make any f'n sense to anyone? Me, neither. But it does explain why I've always wanted to dress as Santa for Halloween and confuse the hell out of young children. I should discuss this in my forthcoming therapy session.
|Santa Claus and a confused me as Snoopy|
|Barack Obama as a Pirate and his mother|