Hillbilly/Redneck Debate Continues


As it happens folks, I remembered that I have a picture of some "subjects" for identification. Whether "hillbillies" or "rednecks" is for you to decide--they seem to be very happy in their natural habitat--that's all I know! In other news, Mom is going to be very embarrassed that I posted this family heirloom photo!

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Dad said…
You should note that the picture is of clean up work. Who is in the picture with me?
8:23 AM
Ben Rainey said…
Those were the days...
9:25 AM
Ariel Rainey said…
its Eric, when he was about 18, I guess
9:57 AM
Ariel Rainey said…
actually, that's one of my favorite pictures of Dad and Eric together. I had scrapbooked it on a page all about Eric.
9:59 AM
Ben Rainey said…
wait. So who's the fat rascal?
12:53 PM
Ben Rainey said…
Upon further review. I do not believe that I am in the picture for the following reasons.
1. Hieght. I'm not as tall as dad. The man next to dad is too tall.

2. Style. I didn't wear sweats at that age.

3. Weight. I was heavier than that guy.

Clues for who it might be.

1. tight fitting sweats.
2. AA Recycle hat
6:27 PM
Ariel Rainey said…
While I admit that scanning and resizing photos can distort them, let's not forget I have the original photo, people. And yes, in high school E, you were thinner. Plus, I don't believe you were dressing as much for "style" as function on that particular day. I have no idea who your clues are pointing to, either.
1:48 AM
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