![]() It's easily identifiable by a zipper on the sleeve and its LOL 1977 wide, point collar. For a minute I wasn't sure it WAS me, until I sent the link to my parents and they said, "Yeah, that's you." Later, looking through my own pictures, I found two of me wearing the same jacket I'm wearing in the photo. 198 of the electronic document), is me, coming off a school bus in 1977. You can view the entire book online at, so I'm flipping through it, and there, on page 196 of the book (p. Today, in one of those groups ("I Lived in Darmstadt, Germany") a German photographer posted a link to a book he just published called American Darmstadt, a coffee-table book with a history of Cambrai-Fritsch Kaserne and other installations around Darmstadt from their immediate postwar period to their closings in the early 2000s. I belong to a bunch of Facebook groups for Army brats and for people who were stationed overseas. So the weirdest thing happened to me today. Although most of my favourite interviews when I was writing regularly in the mid-‘80s took place over the phone (Bob Mould, Paul Westerberg, Joey Ramone, etc.), there were still a number of in-person ones (Pet Shop Boys!) where I could have come away with photos and didn’t. I never started taking photos until my 40s, when I started teaching. I don’t know how many people on this thread are like me, but my dad used to be so fanatical about family photos, by the time I was 10 I hated getting my picture taken. I wish I’d taken more photos in those days. He had every reason to be suspicious of us, but he gave us some time anyway. Anyway, I was already sort of a fan of Orlando’s (for “Knock Three Times” and “Candida,” not “Tie a Yellow Ribbon,” and for the fact that he was an old Brill Building guy), and ended up more of a fan after the trip he was, as expected, a very nice guy. The finished story was never used I honestly can’t remember if we had second thoughts, or whether the editor decided it was just to confusing for a general-interest music magazine. We figured we’d get a funny story out of the trip-not mean or condescending funny, that wasn’t the idea at all (this was my own grandmother.), just weird funny. Same magazine as the Candy interview, one where I had a lot of latitude. ![]() A photographer friend and I accompanied my grandmother’s seniors club to see Orlando (sans Dawn) play in Niagara Falls. ![]() I think Tony’s explaining why you have to knock three times on the ceiling and twice on the pipes, rather than the other way around. I’m going to be really self-indulgent and put up one more brushes-with-celebrity encounter: Thanks for the nice comments on the Candy photo.
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