No one has that nickname today. No one named Buzzy either or Skip. What happened to all those nicknames?

"Omigod! Lemme go! The cat's getting into my dog chow!"

I was about this kid's age in about this year and had a Dalmatian (until some misbegotten neighbor poisoned him), but my mother would never have let me wear an "undershirt" as an outer garment. I've had several Dals since then, and in general they are amiable but short on attention span. Nevertheless, they are great with horses, in the stable or on the trail, and seem to have a calming effect on them. My last one made it a point to visit every horse in every stall every time we went to the stables, which was several times a day. No social media available -- just trot in, sniff, wag, and move on.

I grew up with the same haircut. In fact, my barber still cuts my hair pretty much the same but since I'm getting thinner up there it's probably about time for a change.

The chair is almost identical to the one in my grandparent's house down to the color. It was getting pretty threadbare by the early 60's.

I love that velveteen chair. Nice curves to it. And you just can't go wrong with argyle socks and dungarees!

Let's see, arguile socks, beat up old shoes, jeans and a t-shirt. Yup, uniform of the day when I grew up.

[Our guy'll sock you if you spell "argyle" like that. -tterrace]

Look at that fabulous velvet-covered Art Deco club chair. By the time of this image it was ugly, outdated and old-fashioned. Today it would be considered fabulous again.

Is he still with us? Will we ever know?

Butch must have gone to the same barber as I did when I was his age. His name was "Dad."