One of the nice things about writing an amateur blog (yes, this is an amateur blog, hard to believe...) is that you're not beholden to management, readers, the press, HR, the police, Nancy Grace or anyone else.
You can just do as you please.
Don't get me wrong, however -- I do feel an obligation to amuse and entertain you, dear discerning readers.
With the goal of keeping The LG Report fresh, and not caring about starting sentences with prepositions, I decided to grab a random photo album from the bookcase and post some of its pictures with captions.
We'll see how this idea goes over. Probably like a Rosie O'Donnell sex tape.
Please feel free to post a comment with your reactions. Or comment on something else, anything. I'm in the market to increase my comment count, it has been sadly lacking. You can even post a "no comment" comment if you'd like. As the street beggars will tell you, "Even a penny will help." They don't really mean that, of course, and if you ever did dare to drop a mere penny into their cup they'd spit hepatitus on you, but it sounds good.
The photo album that I randomly pulled (as audited by Price Waterhouse) contained pictures of a 1987 trip to Greece with my friends Anthony and Mike. Without further adieu, let's embark on The LG Report's first foray into the world of random photo album posting:
Fashionistas please note: the guard is wearing the first version of Ugghs ever created.
This was my father's Dodge Caravan (the auto industry's first minivan by the way; so named because it was a cross between a car and a van.) He had it shipped from the United States to his childhood home, Andros Island. We joked that it was the largest car in the country because, with gas at roughly $10 a gallon, Greeks mostly drove (and still drive) small, fuel-efficient vehicles. It was also the only car in Greece with Pennsylvania license plates. This would not have been a good getaway car in Greece.
If you're old enough to remember 1987, you may recall that Calvin Klein was running ads in those days featuring models in weird poses looking away from the camera. This attempt to mimic that genre was really and relevant in 1987. Yes, I know, it's no longer 1987.
My Old Man and the Sea. I don't know what that weird red splotch was on Mike's left thigh but he's still kicking so it wasn't anything serious. And, no, a long-sleeved dress shirt and tropical bathing suit would not the traditional garb for a Greek fisherman. Wouldn't you think he'd at least roll up the sleeves? Mike's foot, as you can see, is nature's water ski.
Here's a view of Santorini's capital, generically called "Thira," from the small village of Oia, which is further up the cliff. Just off the coast of Santorini and its beautiful black-ash volcanic beaches, is, according to legend, the Lost Continent of Atlantis. If you'll look closely, you can see our hotel in this photo, it's the white building.
So that's it, our first foray into a random photo album posting. Leave a comment if you're so moved. And, as always, thanks for reading The LG Report!