To no popular acclaim comes the return of Saturday Scrapbook, where I scan and run photographs from my youth.
Here we are in a photo with a known child molester (he spies on you to find out if you're "naughty," asks you what you "want," and plies you with candy, sometimes leaving it behind in your sock, the perv).
I guess I'm around 3 in this photo, taken back before colors were discovered. That's my sister Teri next to me, who's 16 months older than me.
I don't know what sad little department store or Santa's Village mom went to, 'cause that's a pretty sad tree in the shot.