My dad would say something similar like "The day I stop looking is the day I am dead." He also made sure to explain to me and my brothers that there is a big difference between looking and leering and I will never forget that.
Weirdly I had a dream about Chris last night (I owe him a call on some Moto Guzzi parts) but also not so weird. He saved my life one night in that enormous apt when I had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor and was apparently choking on vomit. And yet this was the golden era for many of us and I could read an entire book of Rommelmann family history. Didn’t see you much at Remsen Street as you were off to Wesleyan. It was the preeminent man cave of its time and like your catalog offered me respite from the unease and dysfunction of my own home. Funny how these places and things haunt our memories.
My dad would say something similar like "The day I stop looking is the day I am dead." He also made sure to explain to me and my brothers that there is a big difference between looking and leering and I will never forget that.
Weirdly I had a dream about Chris last night (I owe him a call on some Moto Guzzi parts) but also not so weird. He saved my life one night in that enormous apt when I had fallen asleep on the kitchen floor and was apparently choking on vomit. And yet this was the golden era for many of us and I could read an entire book of Rommelmann family history. Didn’t see you much at Remsen Street as you were off to Wesleyan. It was the preeminent man cave of its time and like your catalog offered me respite from the unease and dysfunction of my own home. Funny how these places and things haunt our memories.
Remembering that last line to say to my own kids.
“I like that guy.” - my dad
Great piece and wicked cool photos. I LOVE the "throw dirt in my eyes" line!!!!!
This is wonderful reading -thank-you Nancy. Your articles are always riveting.
Good stuff as always Nancy. Those pictures are amazing. What a time warp.