Whole Lotta Love

These days I often think of my "glory years" back in the 70's.  Yes folks, that was my time.  Even though I grew up in the 50's and came of age in the 60's, the 70's were MY TIME.  I don't much remember the 80's, I think I was too busy with my job at the bank.  The 90's are a blank and of course the Two Thousands (how do I say that anyway?) were also a blur.  So here I am now in the 2010's reflecting on my wonderful years now and in the past.  Now and in the past?  Oh yes, NOW and also in the past. Time flies.

Me with the only dog who ever loved me - Horace - 1982

Ron on Roofdeck

Me on our Philadelphia roof deck - 1976

This morning I had all good intentions of writing the first installment of my autobiography.  But did I want to subject all my loyal readers to THAT story?  Well...maybe.  Actually the problem is that this morning I'm just not in the mood to go down THAT Memory Lane.  Some mornings I am, some mornings I am not.  

Reversed

So what I was doing this morning was going through my 45,364 photos I have on my computer, may of which are duplicate and merging them into single folders.  While going through those pictures I came across some that Bill took of my sunning myself in the sunroom he had built on the top of our Philadelphia row house when lived there in the Seventies.  

Foolishly trying to get a tan - can't get one through the glass..dummy

The Seventies were probably my peak years for youth and vigor and attractiveness and hair.  I've lost a lot of those desirable attributes now as I enter into my 70th year.  Yes folks, I am an OLD MAN, no getting around it.  

Me (last August) - aging gracefully (I hope)

Now this isn't going to be a post about he weeping and wailing that I am no longer a young, attractive gay man who can get just about any guy (or gal) he wants.  Those days are long gone and not without regret for me.  I had a good time while it lasted and believe me, I made the most of my opportunities.  There wasn't too much that I missed.  I'm not bragging but just stating a fact.  So why wasn't I one of the thousands caught up in the deadly AIDS epidemic?  Perhaps because I played 'nice.'  I wasn't one for the sexual acrobatics.  I liked to flirt and I liked the attention I got in return.  That's me, a BIG FLIRT.  Yeah, I was one of THOSE GUYS who teased....and then did nothing.  I loved it!  I thank my lucky stars guardian angel that I never got down in the mud and rutting around like all the other pigs.  Oh yes, I was a pig.  

Not a gray hair in my beard -ah, the good old days!

So, that's what I feel like today.  I'm not in the mood to show my baby pictures.  I'll leave that to another day when I'm in a more nostalgic mood for going back to the Forties (I was born in 1941.)  For now I'll wallow in my major Pig Days of the Seventies and share some of my Roof Pictures with you all.  I haven't seen these pictures myself for a long either.  Check out the hair and the nice dark beard.  This was way before Just For Men came into my life.

Me and our First Pom, Hamburger