This is a photograph of my brother as he would look should a time vortex sweep him up and drop him in 1925. A dapper gentleman hanging out in Paris, wearing a three piece tweed suit, a stylish fedora hat, and sporting a full bohemian poet beard...smoking a smart-looking pipe as he ponders his future (at the beginning of a long and distinguished career), all while thinking literary thoughts.
This is actually a photograph of my brother in the uncanny semblance of William Faulkner (age 28 in Paris, after he wrote his first book).
THIS is a photograph of my brother in the 21st century (see the resemblance?). Without the pipe, fedora, and suit, but also dapper, in a hat, sporting the beard, and full of promise at the beginning of a long and distinguished vocation in the literary arts. Now, a Master With Distinction, next, visions of Doctor-hood dancing in his head. Only time will tell...but I have all the faith in the world, and it will be great fun to watch.
Much applause and many felicitations to your significant accomplishment, Darren.
