Prompted, or was it taunted? by Lloyd I did some digging into my magic box of the Past. Somehow this box has developed a leak, because it seems to contain so much less now than it does in my memory–perhaps I purged all those photos of me with companions not my wife. . . . Nevertheless I dug up these treasures Circa 1988-92.
Not many other head-shots exist of me out there–so enjoy!
Click either one and be transported to the Paris of my Down & Out Gastrocast. I couldn’t find many photos pre1988–that damn hole in the box. . . .I did stumble on my Venice photos and my trip to New Orleans for Graduate School in 1989. I couldn’t even bare to look. Theoretically there is another, earlier Passport photo of me but even if I could find it I can’t imagine I look anything else but baby-faced. There should also be a Student Identity Card from Ireland which made my age out 6 years older than I was–a boon when I came back to the States and was still 3 years away from the Legal Drinking Age. That it, when flashed quickly, looked like something Governmental and Official didn’t hurt either. Likewise, I cannot find that one, horrid photo of me-self roving the Irish Countryside on an epic pub crawl–actually we (someone. . .not me. . .and I didn’t say any of us had brains–ever. . . ) drove at breakneck speed from Dublin to Galway, stopping at least 8 times a whatever roadside pub was the least number of steps from the car-park. At some point I developed a Migrane and put on the only pair of sunglasses in the blasted motor–a large pair of womans "goggles" from the 60s. A few miles outside of Galway we stopped the 7th time and took a group photo. I may have burnt it, but if I ever find it–it will go here as a warning for current generations: driving across Ireland and 8 Pints of Guinness by 2pm will get you wrecked in one way or another.
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