This is my senior picture from within my 12th grade yearbook. In my copy of this commemorative memento and every other edition I looked through, on the very tip of my nose, almost as if done on purpose, is a light purple dot. This dot did not appear on the picture my parents proudly hung in the family room. However, by some printing error, I was adorned with a clown accessory, recorded for all time in the primary artifact of my senior year of high school.
(The above message eludes to a quote list which I’ll explain at some point in a future post.)