I made an 8-hour detour, and all I got were these yearbook photos.
/Driving to Akwesasne took me two days, a full 15–20 hours.
Part of that was because of my choice to stop in Pittsburgh on the first night, instead of taking the Google Maps suggested route through Philly and Jersey. My father went to Robert Morris University, about 30 minutes outside of the city.
The library didn’t open until 1 p.m. on Monday. That left me, a slow-moving, curious procrastinator, leaving for my trip to Akwesasne—an 8-hour drive—around 5 p.m. after I dug through the school's yearbooks and newspapers.
I will say, it was worth it.
Here’s what I found:
Bottom right corner, picking something out of his teeth (Source: 1982 yearbook)
Seems a bit rude of them to include this…
Back row, second from the right, wearing a tacky sweater. (Source: 1982 yearbook)
Well, maybe that explains why I also went Greek in school...
Lanky dude with the big hair in the middle. Looks like he’s giving bunny ears to some dude, but it’s not clear. (1982 yearbook)
Explains why I started running more seriously after college…
Middle. Found in sports collage. (Source: 1982 yearbook)
We all get tired sometimes, I guess.
Source: 1983 yearbook
Social skills that didn’t transfer over to me. Because, really, who's trying to be that friendly? (Not me.)
Back row, fifth from the back. (Source: 1983 yearbook)
The boys are back.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Back, center, isolated. (Source: 1983 yearbook)