It's been about 10 days now since I flew out to Blaze's wedding in Sonoma County. Blaze and I have a few things in common besides being UCLA grads. We're both getting married this year for the 1st time at 53. Blaze's wedding was on 5.3. Molly and I are getting married exactly 5 months later on 10.3. I've had some good times with Blaze over the years. In Manhattan Beach. San Francisco. At the Fiesta Bowl. At Pac Bell. At Fenway. Unless he nixes the idea, Blaze will be making a trio of appearances in our new book. And why not? The guy is a good time. You're a lucky woman, Jennifer. The good news is, I've got many fond memories and a boatload of pictures of my good times with Blaze. These are just some of them. (For now.) I've even got a few from the days when this chiseled chunk of bald handsomeness had a full head of hair. I personally think he looks better now. Blaze is the human fine wine, getting better with age. And now he's a husband. Nice work, Blaze!
Do I know you? One man's attempt at a lifelong head count.
NOTE: If you think I might have a photo of you—most likely at least one great photo of you—don't be afraid to ask me to post it (firstname.lastname@example.org) along with a brief entry about how I know you. And if I've met or known you but don't have any photo evidence, feel free to send along YOUR favorite photo of you. (I'm fascinated by what that slideshow might look like.)