The past always finds a way to creep back into your present. Our night began with chats about how to teach poetry to my 8th graders this week. This chat lead us on a treasure hunt for Baldo’s blue notebook, a project containing poetry he wrote as a young lad, so off to his parents’ house we went. Alas the booty was found and the reminiscing began. Amid the scrapbooks and old handmade birthday cards from ex-girlfriends (gag-why do we still have that stuff?), we found some of Baldo’s old work from photo class.
Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.
Can anyone say Milwaukee mudslide?
Riddle me this...why I am I so attracted to him in this picture?
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Looks like the comments are working! This post was classic...we're hitting the Strip this weekend! Can't wait!
So Baldo and I were both in 6th hour photo and I still remember him walking in every stinkin day singing "Last night, she said..." but NEVER the rest of the song. I laughed so hard when he showed me his bleeding chest after having taken that picture--I would've faked it!
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