The ravages of time...me 1975-2009 [dial-up beware]
Posted: 2009-08-22 05:00am
I don't have a scanner, so most of these are just photos of photos, with interesting effect sometimes.
1975 or so, glad Pat Kelly isn't around.
1984, while loading out the HS band for our trip to Hawaii.
1986, on break at the long-lost Marina 3 Cinemas of Redondo Beach, California.
The theater again, 1986.
1989, at the Falcon's Roost Bar in Mesa, AZ.
Holy Cross Cemetery in Los Angeles, 1990.
That thing made a good scooter, too.
Holy Cross again...
Getting my first tattoo, January of 1992...I was monstrously hungover.
Winter of '92-93-Broken Arrow, Oklahoma; the town that the movie Footloose was based on.
That's the scene of a fatal mattress fire, can we say "whistling past the graveyard"?
Working at Aircraft Engineering Corp, LA-1993. Note who's working and who's leaning on the job running their mouth...
Aircraft Engineering, again. We were told that was for the F/A 18, but I can find nothing that corresponds to that tool on the plane...there are no flat areas in the nose!
In the grinding booth; cleaning the boogers off of the high temperature fiberglass laminate I and my lazy co worker are seen making above.
Aircraft Engineering again. This was a master gauge for the top of a fuel cell on the Atlas F, and that tool was MY baby, despite my "more experienced" co-workers.
Issuing direction, again. Those morons would have laminated the fiberglass on that thing without alternating the warp and weft of the cloth, resulting in a uselessly warped piece of scrap...all fiberglass laminates warp, but you can do a little to alleviate it.
Greatly intoxicated with my best friend at the Rock Island club, Wichita, KS in the summer of 1994; he died in his sleep at age 35 in November of 2000.
Maple Grove Cemetery-Wichita, KS, 1994.
Yes, I can rock out with my cock out-Rock Island 1995.
The band was called Deap Floyd; "Babies in Gravy" was our most awesomest song.
I'm not in this one, but the fallen backdrop is my artwork...summer of 1995, again.
This is just about the only evidence left that I ever did anything artistic in my life, and most of that was sculpture, not painting.
Can you feel it? The excitement of food service? Autumn of 1999.
Halloween, 2001.
After doing some lawn work, October 2007.
Last night (August 21st, 2009)
1975 or so, glad Pat Kelly isn't around.
1984, while loading out the HS band for our trip to Hawaii.
1986, on break at the long-lost Marina 3 Cinemas of Redondo Beach, California.
The theater again, 1986.
1989, at the Falcon's Roost Bar in Mesa, AZ.
Holy Cross Cemetery in Los Angeles, 1990.
That thing made a good scooter, too.
Holy Cross again...
Getting my first tattoo, January of 1992...I was monstrously hungover.
Winter of '92-93-Broken Arrow, Oklahoma; the town that the movie Footloose was based on.
That's the scene of a fatal mattress fire, can we say "whistling past the graveyard"?
Working at Aircraft Engineering Corp, LA-1993. Note who's working and who's leaning on the job running their mouth...
Aircraft Engineering, again. We were told that was for the F/A 18, but I can find nothing that corresponds to that tool on the plane...there are no flat areas in the nose!
In the grinding booth; cleaning the boogers off of the high temperature fiberglass laminate I and my lazy co worker are seen making above.
Aircraft Engineering again. This was a master gauge for the top of a fuel cell on the Atlas F, and that tool was MY baby, despite my "more experienced" co-workers.
Issuing direction, again. Those morons would have laminated the fiberglass on that thing without alternating the warp and weft of the cloth, resulting in a uselessly warped piece of scrap...all fiberglass laminates warp, but you can do a little to alleviate it.
Greatly intoxicated with my best friend at the Rock Island club, Wichita, KS in the summer of 1994; he died in his sleep at age 35 in November of 2000.
Maple Grove Cemetery-Wichita, KS, 1994.
Yes, I can rock out with my cock out-Rock Island 1995.
The band was called Deap Floyd; "Babies in Gravy" was our most awesomest song.
I'm not in this one, but the fallen backdrop is my artwork...summer of 1995, again.
This is just about the only evidence left that I ever did anything artistic in my life, and most of that was sculpture, not painting.
Can you feel it? The excitement of food service? Autumn of 1999.
Halloween, 2001.
After doing some lawn work, October 2007.
Last night (August 21st, 2009)
