
Caption: "Mike Durrett, extra cheesy."
You know your diet is on target when you're scarfing down snacks endorsed by a cartoon dog.
Hanna-Barbera, the "Scooby-Doo" company, is notorious for cutting corners on their animation, so I remain suspect of the nutritional value in food shaped like Velma Dinkley.

Caption: "Mike Durrett, birthday boy, age 9."
I'm not sure, but my current thinking is this picture was taken at my 10th birthday, not the ninth. I was so much more mature at 10.
That's a party hat appendage on my forehead. I distinctly recall the moment, morphing into this last second pose. I knew the value of a good picture.
My mother was flummoxed with cameras -- a woman who enrolled in a three-day seminar on the term "point and shoot."
She never paid attention to what was going on in the scene while she attempted to line up a shot. She'd get rolls of photos back from the lab with me crossing eyeballs or with my tongue extended. I pulled that stunt well into my 40s.
I was a caring son, though. I'd help her by shouting hints like "Lens cap!" or "Hey, Mom! Yoo hoo! Over here! Planet Earth!"

Caption: "Mike Durrett eats a good breakfast."
Toasted cereal based on "The Lion King," insects floating in milk, a heaping helping of sludge and slugs with a hint of chiggers.
Sorry, it's not my cup of ticks.
Continued: "Even More Even More Snaps: Shot"