Sometime in the 60’s when Olan Mills, the traveling photography studio, was still bothering people at supper time by calling every house in America our phone rang and my dad answered. The conversation went like this:
Olan Mills: “Hello sir, I’m calling on behalf of Olan Mills Studio and we would like to offer you a free 11X14 portrait. When would you like to schedule your sitting?”
Dad: ”No thanks, I’m too ugly.”
Olan Mills (stammering) “Well sir, how about your wife or children, wouldn’t you like a portrait of your family for your wallet?”
Dad: “Hell no, they are all too damn ugly, the whole damn family is ugly. Not a looker in the bunch.”
No wonder I grew up with self-image issues.
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