Summer of '87 was without a doubt the fashion tipping-point for the male siblings of the Jones family.
Behind that proud smile, my father is crying inside...fearful that his two sons would be forever scarred by their decision to choose their own wardrobe.
I don't quite recall the functional purpose of my lone black glove. Perhaps it was to grip a baseball bat in defense of the certain pummeling that would no doubt come to anyone wearing a bunny-rabbit-adorned purple tank-top and yellow shorts.
Thank you, Polaroid. You have both preserved my fondest memories and haunted me forever. :-)
-Jonesy
Yikes. Your dad should have put a stop to this.
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