A Sledgehammer From the Past

Back from the latest sumptuous banquet in my brother's honor (One of the problems of being a child of divorce, I suppose, you always have to do everything twice. This works out great for birthdays and the like, but it's hard when you have to sit through someone else's graduation dinner bored out of your skull a second time.). Massive amounts of food were consumed, drinks flowed liberally, and there was much merriment to be had.

And then they brought out the photo albums.

No, you're never going to see those pictures. Not here, at least, because thanks to the answered ransoms those photographs are going to be buried deep, deep in Rex family closets across the land.

I'm going to be drinking heavily now to get those flashback to times - and fashions - past out of mind.