This photo was taken in the early 1990s, in Boston. And clearly I had found myself a potato shaped like a heart. Other than that, I haven’t got a clue.
I’m glad to have old photos like this, but they do leave me stymied. I mean really. What the heck was going on there? Did I eat that potato? Or was it too precious to pare? I don’t know. All I can tell you is Mister and I found the moment photo-worthy. And that was in the days of film. Maybe we were drunk. Wouldn’t have been the only time…