Memory #7- Freshman Band pictures

It was Fall of 1992 and me being the band geek I was (and still at heart, am) had to participate in having band pictures taken. They were taken at the beautiful backdrop of the Morrow Library at Marshall University. We didn't have a car at this point, so we had to take a taxi down to Marshall. I was horrified that we had to ride in a taxi. We were soooooooooo uncool. My dad also had his "walking stick" - which was a long bamboo rod with a rubber stopper looking thing on the end. He didn't need it; he just wanted to carry it. Once we arrived at MU, he began talking to anybody and everybody. That was his nature; but I was unbelievably embarrassed that my father would talk to people that I knew. There really isn't a point to this story, but I just remember how unhappy I was with him that day because of  his social ability. I know every teenager is mortified by their parents at some point so I know I wasn't the only one. There were times I wished he didn't talk to everyone but I didn't appreciate his friendliness with other people. I didn't want him to talk to others. I thought it was weird. But looking back on it now as a rational adult I know it was just his nature and I appreciate it so much.