I spent a weekend at my Mom's. She produced a set of photo albums, one for each child, that she's been quietly compiling. Each photo was a treasure. I'm not normally an overly nostalgic or sentimental guy, but I was in tears looking at these rare photos from my childhood.

The amazing thing about old photographs is their look. Photos from the 60s look like they're 50 years old - old and yellowed and this in itself produces a nostalgic feeling. Sort of like applying sepia to an image. Anyway, it was a fun weekend.