History of Bob:  8th grade.  In this photo, you are witnessing the beginning of the end.  I was in the eighth grade.  Life was grand.  Then, I got braces.  Having braces pretty much killed my trumpet career.  I also believe this is when I started putting on weight.  Who knew buttered crackers were a bad after-school snack?  Those glasses, ugh.  The worst pair of glasses I've ever owned!  The lenses were frameless.  But my prescription was bad.  They didn't have thin lenses back then (or they weren't available to me) and they were pretty thick.  So I was stuck with these crazy octagon frames.  Why I picked those, I'll never know.  I was a mess.