You’d think I’d suffered a traumatic brain injury in my youth, how much I sometimes REALLY can’t remember things. Like even yesterday things. But I will never, NEVER forget that time we had to put on nice clothes (see: frilly socks) and go to Tanglewood and pretend like were a family unit who was just really into Ducks while a photographer took pictures for my Dad’s campaign so that potential voters could see what a wholesome family man he was / is. WE WILL NEVER FORGET.

Please note that we also brought our own (faux) ducks.

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