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\nHot sunny Chicago summer. Barbecue in the tiny backyard of my friends David and Maria’s apartment. My friend Ted and I – color coordinated, we did not plan it – together: it was shortly before he moved back to New York. I still see him, on average, once every couple of months. Lifelong friends. The other person we called “Hubbell”, after The Way We Were<\/i>, and his boyfriend was Tigh and … I guess I should drop a link to this post<\/a> – which I wrote a long long time ago – to explain Tigh and Hubbell. Tigh just sent this to me, and … I’d never seen it before (although I have my own pictures from that party). What’s wild is … I just realized I don’t think I have any pictures of Ted and me together. And now I do! We were only a couple of years into our friendship here. <\/p>\n See, I come from the generation where you have a limited amount of pictures of any given moment, and of course you weren’t sharing pictures online, where you get to see your friend’s pictures of the same event. You know your own photo album. And so to see pics from other people’s analog photo albums of the same event is wild and very welcome. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Hot sunny Chicago summer. Barbecue in the tiny backyard of my friends David and Maria’s apartment. My friend Ted and I – color coordinated, we did not plan it – together: it was shortly before he moved back to New … Continue reading