Newly Minted Father, 1966.
Dad taught me how to shoot & fish and camp out of the wind plane in the desert & make your fire small and well-sheltered.
Late ’60s, on top of an old Corvair.
Dad still wears his hair in this style and has since the late ’50s, except for one brief period in the early 80’s, when he tried out the rage that was current then: the tightly curled permanent. Suffice to say that didn’t take. Mom’s hair hasn’t been this groovy since 1970.
The family around the household bar. Gotta start building that alcohol tolerance when they’re young, you know.