Cleaning Out Dad's Attic

I know there are lots of these floating around the internets, but this is my very own so, you know. Kinda special. Was there some sort of orange and brown dress code required by the photographer? I know, I know--they were cool colors back then. That jumpsuit of mine? Corduroy. So anyway. Enjoy. It was some of the booty we found after Dad's attic was cleaned out recently. I won't even share what kind of "paraphernalia" we found mixed up in my brother's college boxes. To be fair , he and my sister had to determine what paraphernalia belonged to whom.

Tuesday was the Annual Dinner Meeting for our most favorite insurance carrier. A state of the union, pat on the back gathering to review the annual production contest and yearly numbers, blah, blah, blah I'm boring myself even summing it up. There are award plaques and tier attainments named after precious metals. Lots of handshaking, suits, buzzwords, sports metaphors. So many insurance agents. Think of how riveting that must be.

I don't go most years because they go on FOREVER and I'm usually crawling out of my skin by the time the keynote speaker gets started. My brain can only take so much empty jargon before it starts to implode. Can not compute all the saying of the nothing.

My motivation for going this year was the venue: Heinz Field. And we did well enough this year to earn the added treat of a tour prior to the festivities.I touched the grass.

This is a painting in the office adjacent to the press box. And here is a horrendous photo of a replica of the 2008 Super Bowl ring worn by our tour guide. Sorry, it was the best of 3.It was me, my dad, and my brother. I call this photo 'Sweating.'My sister opted out this year. If you have something against nepotism just say it now. I'm kidding! It's called 'a family business.' Also, working with us has been clinically proven to cause madness. e.g. Daily games of How Long After I Start Humming A Horrible Song Quietly At My Desk Before Someone Else Gets It Stuck In Their Head And Starts Humming It.

So here's the locker room.

And a couple of knuckleheads cutting up in the locker room.These two will buy five dollar leather jackets all day.