Picture 1 of me in my long-haired days. The frisbee must have been flying really
fast, since the force of it sent my braid out behind me like that. Or maybe I ran
really fast to catch the frisbee.

I love this picture, because I'm running a table called "Another Woman for Peace,"
and yet I've clearly just whacked my friend Chris in the chest with my left hand.
I may be for peace, but not if it gets in the way of mugging for the camera.