Looking Like – Page 2 – Matt Keough's Blog

Looking Like An Altarboy

I sure seem concerned with that candle! I’m pretty certain I was in seventh grade at the time. I really wish my current parish would revert to the cassock and surplus look. For that matter I wish they would process with candles flanking the crucifix. Or pretend to give a hoot about Redemptionis Sacramentum.

Update: Hello Flickr folks. Not a toothpaste stream – not a mannequin, just having a little fun by posting what some might consider embarrassing looks from my past. If you can’t laugh at yourself, you got problems.

Looking Like A Choirboy

This was 1983 – I think. And it is fairly obvious I was in choir. I sang baritone that year.

Looking Like an Usher

Not the singer, not the guy at the theater with a flashlight, notthe fellow who tries to squeeze “just two more” in an already packed pew.

I was a professional usher for the Lake County Captains in 2003. My brush with greatness was asking Fausto Carmona to please move the case to the video camera out of the aisle. Safety first, people!

Looking like a bald eagle

Ok – Breaking the series theme. This is a picture the Lovely Joyce took at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo today. More over at Flickr.

Looking Like Alfred E. Neuman

This is a side-by-side comparison. I’m the one on the right.

You can learn more about the guy on the left here. My brothers will appreciate this most of anyone. They remember me in second grade, when this picture was taken. They also read MAD.

Looking Like, Totally Eighties

This must be from about 1986 or 1987. The shadows make it look like I had a Kid ‘N Play. Not really. my hair casts a long shadow even when worn in a butch cut. I publish this for laughs, and to remind anyone of my generation just how cool we were when we combined the Wayfarers and the skinny tie. (Actually, they were cheap Wayfarer imitations.)

Looking Like a Kid at Christmas

I’m still looking for the image of me in my red Indians jersey. But the search has uncovered snapshots I had totally forgotten Not to mention the actual events pictured.

Here I am holding my new firetruck. There was a period when I was between three and five years old in which I was obsessed with firetrucks. I was fortunate, because there was an auxiliary firehouse on my street. It was used to store a spare truck and my mother had access to the building. She tells me she could just open the man door to the garage and I would be transfixed, staring at the truck. I still remember the smell of the rubber and canvas on the hoses. And the spiders. Good times.

Looking Like A Cowboy

But why stop at one embarrassing picture? If I am looking at this Christmas picture correctly, I seem to have a toy gun in my hand. Can you even BUY a silver-plated toy cap gun anymore? I think I am wearing cowboy Jammies. I’m guessing this was about 1969 or 1970.

Looking Like A Televangelist

Here is the deal. The Indians are having a throwback weekend and making it 1977. I kind of wish I was going on Sunday to have my son get a crooked C batting helmet. Just like the one my brother Drew got for me when I was a tyke back in the day. I don’t have a picture of me wearing it. Somewhere I have a picture of me in the red jersey. I’ll rummage through my hard drive and post it someday. For now you will have to settle for the Easter threads, 1977. At least my sister looked presentable.