My mother-in-law was a teacher, and she’s got some theories. One theory in particular that resonates with me is the one about people named Michael. “The worst trouble makers I ever had in class were named Michael,” she always says. Now this rings a chord with me, as my middle name is Michael. Does that mean I am only half trouble? Ask my mom and you’ll probably get a “humph” and a “…no, he was full trouble.” So I guess my mother-in-law is right? Dammit again! Back to the point – Michael, Betsy’s Michael, gave me trouble. Whenever I would press the shutter down he would scowl. I mean like grumpy old man, I have a hernia, don’t bother me face. Immediately after I would finish a series of shots, he would laugh and look natural. So I had to adjust my style, make more off color jokes, and hope for the best.
Well, I like to think that I cracked the ice and mellowed him out. But take a look for yourself and see…
That’s it for another edition. Watch out for those Michaels – they’ll get ya!
See you down the road.