Richard B. “Andy” Anderson

…such a life…

They say you start out with a face that’s all God’s doing and gift. And that you end up with one that’s mostly your fault. In that case, I’ve got a big discrepancy to account for.

I can’t help it: I was a beautiful baby. My Pappy snapped this shot in the kitchen sink in Ogden on my half-birthday, August 15, 1941, about three months before Pearl Harbor, with his real press photographer’s big, black Speed Graphic camera.