This windblown picture of me (Lynn) was taken sometime while we lived in Urbana, which means before the summer of 1967. It could have been a year or two before then for all I know. I certainly don't remember the occasion. It was unearthed by Ellen McFaul from an album of their old pictures.

Salvatore Martirano, my composition teacher at the time, branded me as ``A hopeless romantic.'' Perhaps this picture conveys that impression to some degree, as I appear to be looking forlornly toward the horizon, possibly meditating on things unknowable, but more likely just momentarily confused.