For the Love of Olan Mills

My pal Hunter Darby sent me this link to a laugh-out-loud collection of discarded portraits at List of the Day.

Believe it or not, there was a time not long ago when every other household in suburban Whateversburg had garish strip mall and/or department store portraits just like these hanging in the hallway or over the living room mantle as if to say, “Once upon a time, this family was just spiffy.”

If you were lucky enough to be dry humping on the couch with someone whose folks were out of town, one drunken glimpse at a young dad with his wavy Seventies mane could easily quash the moment forever.