"We Got The Whole World . . . "

We saw our friends Bob and Peggy the other day, and Bob told us he had just come across snapshots from the the day we bought the Westy -- the day we all bought the Westy: he came to Long Island on the ferry with us.

He's a V-Dub aficionado and we would not have bought it without him.

Bob and Peggy took photos that day in August 2000 and we took photos of their photos -- which were, sadly, not very good -- last weekend. But when I looked at them -- at our photos of their photos -- I decided not to crop out the hands holding the photos. Because, really, they're kind of cool and very omnipresent and godlike.

(They're my godlike and omnipresent hands, by the way)

Okay, this is the worst one, but also the best one, because it was 2000 and ten years ago and neither the Westy nor Mistah nor I nor our hair nor our skin nor westy's stove was quite as rusty as it is now.

Bill was, clearly, 12, and Bob was all about peace and love, man. Or maybe that's just the "V", at the beginning of "Vee-Dub."

Here's me upstairs in the bed and Bobby and Billy downstairs. The photographer clearly gave a rat's ass about them.

Here's this one again; is it any better? No, not really.

Anyway, I just love these photos, especially this shot . . .

. . . see us out that back window, 10 years ago? . . .

. . . reminds me of a recent shot taken of us . . .

And it reminds me . . .

We got the whole world . . . in our hands . . .