I stopped up at my Dad's house this Labor Day and hijacked his slide projector since it was just collecting dust in his basement. I bought a new lamp and got it running—for the most part. So, I sat around tonight looking at a ton of slides, nostalgic for a time long gone, that I barely remember. I looked into the faces of family members from 30 years ago and wondered if they ever considered that their lives would turn out the way they did. It made me a little sad. Sad enough to forget how to take a photograph head on. But anyways, slides are fun, the past is past, and here are some awkward photos...of some awkward photos.