Here's an odd experience: I chanced upon (or rather, sought out, once I realized that I was in a position to do so—but that's like chancing upon) a picture of my dad from 1970, and, aside from the part of his hair and the fact that he was wearing a suit (barely visible, it's a head shot), he could pass, mostly because of his glasses ... for a hipster! In fact he doesn't entirely disresemble this clown. I should go back with a teeny tiny picture of a can of PBR and paste it up there.
But he's not a patch on R. P. Kiehl, heir (perhaps) to the Kiehl's fortune and martial arts enthusiast, who had a waxed, pointy moustache. Awesome!
No fair, talking trash by way of a link outside the purview of Technorati. Took me a whole three days to figure out why my ears were burning!
Posted by: Kriston | July 26, 2005 at 11:14 AM