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.
Hey,that was nice. Where has the time gone?
ReplyDeleteThe brewskis are on the table on the other side of the ash tray. :)
ReplyDeleteGood for you for stopping smoking! Love the muttonchops.
Steve - Time is what prevents everything from happening at once.
ReplyDeleteBug - Ooooooohhhh, yeah. That's where they were.
Bad boy?! If people only knew. In that shot you look like you might have been touring with Van Morrison or the Stones!
ReplyDeleteToo cool!! It's so great to have pictures to remind us of our wild and crazy past. I would forget half the stuff if I didn't have the pictures to bring it all back.
ReplyDeleteSomeone once said if you remember the 60s you didn't live them -- I don't remember a thing, and I'm sticking to my story.
ReplyDeleteThese are treasures! Cool you!
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