As I look back on old photos, the ones that count are the in-between shots of everyday life. The moments that fade away and are forgotten are brought back by a photo. Here's my friend Glen with his 58 pickup. He's just returned from doing his laundry and now he's going to cook up some sort of mischief. We were lifeguards at Fremont Hills Country Club and lived in a house the club owned. It was a great set-up.