I have a lot of scanning ahead of me. And certain kinfolks should start preparing to fork over big wads of cash to keep some embarrassing shots hidden from view.
Here's a picture of little brother and myself that always makes me think of starving children in third world countries. Little brother had the skinniest legs around until he was almost grown.
This was taken in the side yard of my grandparents' house and the watermelon was one grown by my grandfather. Every summer there would be a huge pile of watermelons under the shade tree just a few steps from the front door. All of us got spoiled for having a luscious ripe watermelon any time we wanted it. We would eat the juicy heart and then pitch the remainder over the fence to the hogs and go for the next one.
It gives all of my grandfather's descendants acute gas to pay $2.99 for a "personal sized" watermelon that has no taste, let alone the price of a full sized melon.
We didn't know how good we had it.
I take that back. I think we did know how good we had it. It was one of the joys of my childhood.