I'm the fourth friend, taking the photo. I'm fairly sure I had to sneak up on the trio to snap the shot. Nobody much liked getting their picture taken back then.
We were so young then, and we hadn't a clue. We couldn't hardly wait to get on with life.
Good crew, though.
Photo of a photo: still counts.
By the way, that's my pal Keith, the best friend who passed away all too soon, that I've talked about in other entries. I hope Gary and John are doing well; I've let time and distance mute the essential connection between us. My fault, entirely.