My visit home for the holidays was festive, fruitful, and frazzling. The details would come in a subsequent journal entry but not before my first ever adventure with my first ever digital camera. I felt so fancy.
My Dad had purchased a set of Nikon cameras for my younger brothers under the impression both wanted one. He was correct on one count. The other wanted sunglasses. After a haggling session with a stranger that ended in no deal, I offered to take the camera off of my Dad’s hands. My resume for the Astronaut Corps could only benefit from such a skill as photography.
Little did I know it would change the course of my life.
It started in Nashville, TN.