Carla’s parents would be home any second.  We had stripped her bedroom of valuables, which included black light posters.  Our $50, ‘61 Chevy station wagon had been resurrected from the near dead with love and the addition of curtains.  With gentle coaxing and a cable massage I got six of her eight cylinders firing. “Let’s get out of here, before they get back!”Me and dog looking for...

I just returned to Chicago from a trip down the west coast.  Adding to the usual amount of sporadic shooting and hassles hippies and psychedelic VW microbuses got, I picked up a heated debate on a Newport, OR radio talk show.  Newport is on the coast highway.  You have to pass through.  The locals didn’t see it that way.  They wanted roadblocks on both sides of town to keep the freaks out.  Hippie vehicles...

In my single digits, my first love was a Bell & Howell 16mm Filmosound projector. Its appearance always meant a good time. The magic light pouring out of the little door in its hard shell home. Film night at summer camp was a sheet stretched between two trees. Mosquitoes flying in the light. And a couple making out behind the sheet. Or in school when the classroom door opened and a Filmosound projector appeared...