This is 2000, spring. Junior year.
Grady was stroke, Shane was behind him in seven seat. We had the "rebel colors" on our oars; we refused to paint the ugly brown, and left it the matte gray "factory finish" that they came with from Concept II.
At this point, mainly a photoblog of my life. Tangible evidence that I exist and that I've ever done anything is scant, since I haven't owned a camera until very recently, and have to depend on the shutterbug tendencies of others.