1968.
This is the year my parents fell in love and got married. Six weeks after they married, my father left for Vietnam. How my mother (and all the other military women) do it, I’ll never know. They are still married today, just as in love, and I love them dearly. They have been incredible figures in my life, but most satisfying is that I really dig them as people. My father is the funniest person I know, hands down. My mother is the most positive and nurturing woman. I can say, without a doubt, I see both of them in me and I am constantly trying not to fuck it up. I found some old photos of those cuties, I’m going to share them with you today.

This is for Jose and Mary.

Center couple.

Jose and pal in Okinawa, Japan.

Lovebirds on the day Jose leaves for Vietnam, March 1968.

Texas man and his gun.

Jose on left, partyin’. Mary looking angelic, center right.

It’s the Mexican Rat Pack! Jose far right, Mexico City.

Let us all sip tequila in honor of Jose and Mary, making it happen since 1968.

Besitos,

Miss Austin