Reading another blog today got me thinking about "the good old days." Here's a photo from those days, when I was a television reporter in Phoenix. That's me on the perilous edge of "the dread Mogollon Rim" and my buddy Steve behind the large, heavy, Auricon camera.
Steve, of course, kept telling me to back up just a bit!
So, of course, I had to take it out on him by whipping him at 8-ball.
Strange! We're shootin' pool in a saloon in Jerome and there's not a brewski in sight.
I was a bit of a bad boy in those days. I quit smoking those deadly Marlboros back in 1991. Nice mutton chops, though, eh?