Jeff Keen

30 years ago today, my parents decided to take a gamble and pull the ejector seat on our lives in South Africa for a better future in the USA 🇺🇲(and it worked out). Here’s Roger and me in 1987, seamlessly fitting into the culture: instant Twins fans and about to eat at our second favorite American restaurant, Burger King.

And also, as was pointed out to me on Facebook: I’m wearing very American sandals.

Our most favorite restaurant was McDonalds, which wasn’t in SA during apartheid, so it was extra novel. The South African McDonald’s knockoff, “MacMunch”, was not an acceptable substitute.

My parents kept a notebook I had for piano lessons when I was 5, and there’s this revealing apology written by my dear mother to my teacher.

So different from Roger.

SORRY

Story of my life as the youngest child, disappointing teachers year after year when they expected a rule follower and got a smartass.

SORRY

I found this video on reddit the other day, and I liked it, but not as much as I liked being reminded of this other video, by Jeremiah McDonald.

I’ve always been captivated by the idea of being able to talk to your past self. And this one is awesome.

And if you’re as fascinated with the creative process as I am, this making-of is interesting and entertaining too.