My first big boat trip is somewhat hazy to me. I’d just started working at Forbes and Malcolm decided I should go on The Highlander IV. It was an evening cruise to nowhere in particular for a purpose I don’t recall.
This may be a photo of me on that trip. I mean, it is a photo of me and I am indubitably on a large boat but which jaunt, of the four I made, I’m not certain. Where did we go?
Not crazy about the haircut and there’s no genuine pleasure in the smile. But I like the BG.
