Instead of getting in the car, we basically hung out BESIDE the car and that’s when things got nuts.
Here’s a photo of Pat and me.
Words cannot even express how much I love this picture. It’s so in the moment. It captures, first of all, our friendship – we were kindred spirits, the two of us … we “got” each other … we come from the same background … and there we are. But also, it’s one of those photos that truly captures a feeling, a fleeting second of time. I have no idea what was going on there, and what we were saying and doing … but it’s a photo that captures a specific moment. It makes me laugh.
You can see a scar above my left eyebrow. How did I get that? I got that from the curling iron while I was making my Farrah Fawcett curls one night before the show. I wasn’t really good with a curling iron, obviously. I burned my damn head.
I’m not sure I’d ever seen any photos of you before. Wow.
Not to diminish the impact of how special your experience that day was and how powerfully you evoke it, which is all also pretty wow.
steve – I used to have photos on my front page here … Took them down because, believe it or not, I prefer a little bit of anonymity.
hahahaha You would never know that, huh??
The “little bit of anonymity” preference makes perfect sense. The more personal the stuff you write about, the more you’d want to preserve for yourself what you can. Just because you want to share some things with strangers doesn’t mean you want to share everything.