This one only kind of counts because it technically occurred in Connecticut. It's my first Founder's Day, the Bedford/St. Martin's company picnic that unites the Boston and New York offices for a day of sun (sometimes), free beer and wine, free food, free avoiding people from the other office, free waking up earlier than usual, free two hour bus/van/car ride, and free work piling up on your desk during the busiest time of the year.
This was less than three months into my time at Bedford, and I wasn't particularly close with anyone yet, though I was friendly with some folks. I rode up next to Harold, who talked. A lot. A whole lot. We took a charter bus that year. It was the last year we took that bus, due to the comical drive down the winding, wooded road to the park site that the bus was nearly too big to make. I only still work with one of these people, Sam, to the far right of the picture. I only still really talk to one of these people, Ginger, directly to the left of me in the picture. She would go on to contract The Plague on the bus ride back to New York.
If you're one to take cues from dress, you can probably tell a lot about 2007 me from this photo. The hat with the one inch buttons on one side. The big sunglasses. The cut-off t-shirt of a defunct punk band. The messenger bag. The freaking white, studded belt. Actually, most of that stuff still sounds like 2014 me as well.
The more things change... and all that.
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