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Love seeing the picture of Petra. My trip to Jordan may be my last trip given health conditions.
Love seeing the picture of Petra. My trip to Jordan may be my last trip given health conditions.
Not AFAIK, but the family is big & sprawling. According to family lore and The History of Black Catholics in the United States, we DO have roots in parts of Canada (mostly Quebec), so its possible someone went West instead of South.The reality is that non-white is a problem for naming public buildings. Shouldn't be, but is.
Did he have a relative in Anchorage AK? I knew a chap who looked like a skinny version of him.
This was me in about 2015:
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Thanks!That's awesome. I loved the story about your grandfather.
That’s cool! I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know this guy from my church who passed last year. He had to decide between becoming a professional photographer and joining CS&N, and chose photography. (According to him, he wasn’t a fan of “The Lifestyle”.) He started off with the rockers around him, then expanded his focus.My father had a light show called the Brotherhood of Light in the late 60's/early 70's. He partied with and was on a first name basis with The Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin and many other big names of the day. His lightshow was one of the main lightshows at the Filmore West in San Francisco.
I haven’t been, but according to some relatives who have, my grandfather (and possibly my dad) got mentioned in the texts of some displays at the National Museum of African American History & Culture in DC.Last year I was doing an internet search and I found this picture of him in the Smithsonian.
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I wouldn't be surprised, either. He was very social and made a lot of friends. The photographer who took the photo he was in is Lisa Law, who was in that scene and took a bunch of photographs, then years later realized that she had basically chronicled that era with her pictures.That’s cool! I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t know this guy from my church who passed last year. He had to decide between becoming a professional photographer and joining CS&N, and chose photography. (According to him, he wasn’t a fan of “The Lifestyle”.) He started off with the rockers around him, then expanded his focus.
Wow! That's really amazing. One day I want to go to DC and see all the places of history.I haven’t been, but according to some relatives who have, my grandfather (and possibly my dad) got mentioned in the texts of some displays at the National Museum of African American History & Culture in DC.
For me, my legs are cursed. You'd think there would be more distribution of injuries. I'll be kind, however, and save you all from a selfie of my legs.
I only got assumed older during high school when in NJROTC uniform or CAP uniform. Especially as a Cadet Ensign. That single undersized and un-beveled bar got salutes from a lot of USAF NCOs. (The ratio on commissioned bars are 3:8, cadet are 1:4. If you know that both are used, the cadet bars can be told apart by ratio. And that commissioned officers' bars are beveled, Navy Cadet Bars are flat faced and thicker.)I happened to talk to the guy who does the gardening for us (because he's been doing it since my parents owned this house and his rates are incredibly reasonable) and it turned out both of us though I was younger than he was, and its the other way around (though there's only a three year difference between us). I fairly commonly get people who think I'm a decade younger now, but when I was in my late teens/early twenties, people routinely thought I was in my late twenties.
When I was 32 I was talking to a woman in a store and I made a comment about something from the 80's. She was like, "You aren't old enough to remember that." When I told her my age, her demeanor changed completely. She stared at me intently and said, "What's your secret! You have to tell me!" I thought she was going to cut me open to find out.I've been accused of being 16-17 until I was thirty, and of being under 21 until my beard started graying at 50...
At the age of 40, I got carded for a movie. I wasn't certain whether to be thankful or annoyed.When I was 32 I was talking to a woman in a store and I made a comment about something from the 80's. She was like, "You aren't old enough to remember that." When I told her my age, her demeanor changed completely. She stared at me intently and said, "What's your secret! You have to tell me!" I thought she was going to cut me open to find out.
I always went with thankful. We're going to get old eventually, why rush it.At the age of 40, I got carded for a movie. I wasn't certain whether to be thankful or annoyed.