Commercial break: Pac-Man cereal.
Thanks for bearing with me while I added some more pictures. It’s so great to be able to fill in that time of my life.
We now return you to 1983.
These last two pictures, as far as I can tell, are all the photographic evidence there is of the brief time we spent in Tokyo on the way back from Guam. That was a magical trip. All I really remember about Tokyo is the TV in the hotel, which was a console with so many buttons.
Here’s Jayne and Dad riding the carabao. This is the companion to this picture of me and my Grandpa.
With Dad on Guam. I always dug that shirt. He had that for years. This is at the beautiful Dulce Nombre de Maria Cathedral Basilica, a Catholic church in Agana. It commemorates the first Catholic church built on Guam in 1669. This basilica was built in 1959; the original church was destroyed during a bombardment in World War II.
You can’t really tell in this picture, but I’m surfing with my Dad at Talofofo Bay, one of the brown beaches on an island where the sand is mostly white. I didn’t do so well surfing, and the water made me nervous; unlike the clear waters of Tumon Bay, Talofofo Bay is dark and impossible to see through. Later, someone got attacked by a shark there.
That’s Jayne in the foreground, exploring the tide pool.
Another one from Tumon Bay. This is my old shame; you can see me on that tiny little… jeez, I don’t want to dignify it by calling it a tree. But I’m hanging on for dear life because I saw a dog and panicked and tried to climb away. You’ll notice there’s no dog in this photo, because it didn’t notice me, really. I was just irrationally scared of dogs all through childhood.
I mentioned this photo on an earlier post and expressed surprise that it wasn’t in the photo album. Well, I found it.
Sweet Mustang in the foreground.
Swimming at Tumon Bay, the clearest (and most crowded) beach on Guam. Most or maybe all of the big hotels were there, so it was the tourist beach. (Tourism makes up more than half of the local economy; Tumon is the economic center of the island, and also where the airport is.)
Beautiful to swim in, and there was a big cliff that I remember looking up at called Two Lovers Point.
Me and Jayne playing and relaxing at our grandparents’ old military home on Wenger Way on Guam. My Grandpa still worked for the INS. I remember the geckos would get inside, which scared my Mom.
One morning, I remember very clearly waking up early and wanting to play on the playground equipment. I got to the top of the slide and saw it was covered in lizards, sunning themselves in the sunrise. I just backed away, man.