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The eleventh anniversary of Domani Dave occurred last month.
I like ‘11’. It’s not that metric ’10’ decimal prissiness, and it’s not a dozen ’12’ cookies, months-in-the-year, either. A nice off-balance number.
The present post is actually before your eyes entirely so that I can claim at the last possible moment, anal retentively, that I have not missed posting a single month throughout those eleven years.
Here is my most recent ‘portrait’, taken to immortalize my sustained twelve-week COVID lockdown hair. I turned 70 January 20, 2017, the day Donald Trump was inaugurated POTUS.
It’s been a tough four years.
Also included, your Domani Dave host at his fifth birthday party, January 20, 1952. I recently extracted this image from a small clutch of prints I spirited away from the family trove. Feign deny you have never seen a more precious child.
It’s been a tough 69 years.


