Rick brought a cigar box full of old 8 mm film to Andy’s house. Andy had recently inherited the proper film projector to view them, so we spent some time watching some 27 year old footage of Rick. There were many moments, one pictured here, in which one of the images really grabbed his attention.

My mom has boxes of these grainy images as well back home in Minnesota. Other technological marvels eventually replaced them, but there will always something nostalgic about the silent film from the first years of my life.