This is Squeezy. It's been over a decade since I met Squeezy when I was helping out at the annual Hands On Atlanta volunteer day in the fall of '03. Together with a bunch of other volunteers, most of whom I'd never met, I helped build a storage shed for a low-income elderly woman who needed a helping hand. At various points during the day there seemed to be too many cooks in the kitchen. So I gravitated towards this adorable kid who couldn't get enough of the trail mix I'd brought—especially the M&Ms. No wonder he's so happy. There's a chapter in my new book, B.O.B. a blog story (vol. 1 — here & there), about my day with Squeezy and the circumstances that led up to our chance meeting. Squeezy must be around 13 now. I wonder if his beaming smile still has the power to melt sentimental fools like me? I hope he's happy.
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.)