Becky and I were at San Francisco’s City Hall with about 50,000 of our closest friends in 1991 to protest George H. W. Bush’s adventure in Kuwait and Iraq. I saw my friend Dorit Learned raise her camera and smiled, thus ruining what might have been an interesting character study.
Dorit took a better photo than this appears to be: this is a shot of the photo in frame, cleaned up with Photoshop.
Man, you really are a hippie.
Protesting the ‘91 Gulf War?
I do admire consistent application of principles.
oh my god.
Your hair looks great over here, too.
Let it grow!
that was a fun day actually as i recall it. especially down by the Bay Bridge later in the afternoon.
that is a great photo! i was working on another issue at the time, but some of my colleagues who weren’t on deadline were out there with you.
i keep forgetting that i’m a dinosaur. 1991 was like yesterday! [the phrases “hippie” and “war of 1812” in other comments remind me quite nicely.]
the first time i realized i’d crossed the line was when my young daughter asked me, “what was it like in the olden days?”—and she was referring to my own youth. that dismal time when we were afflicted with rotary dial phones, transistor radios, black/white television, and no cable TV; the time before cell phones, VCR’s, home computers, widespread internet access, CD’s, DVD’s, fax machines, and a thousand other indicia of civilization as we know it.
1991 was well past the hippie era and the disco era. reagan was past his prime. the dot-com boom and bust was yet to come. when one thought of the vice-president, one thought of dan quayle, who served the important public function of providing comedy relief. http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Dan_Quayle/
but you know—it wasn’t very long ago. this bush has built his presidency largely by recycling advisors from his dad’s administration and from corporations that do not exactly have the general public good in mind, with the new twist of more extreme religious zealots.
ok, i’ll stop now. this station will return to its regularly scheduled programming.
I pictured you much older than that . . .
Wow, handsome pants!
Funny, I’m getting this Blues Traveller song stuck in my head now for some reason.
=v= Hey? Remember me? I was the guy on the bike? Why didn’t you wave back?
Hey I was there too! I lived in SF 1990-93. I remember one protest closed down the Bay Bridge. Another closed down the Federal Court House, while I was helping to try a case there.
Later that year I shook Bill Clinton’s hand at the Embarcadero Center when he was looking for the Dem nomination. I gave my money to Tom Harkin though…
I am henceforth calling you Samson.
Dude, that was you?
And Ross, stop being silly. None of us were wearing pants.
Doesn’t anyone have any comments about the hot babe in the photo?
You are teh hawt in that photo.
No, the other hot babe.
Becky is also babe-a-riffic. Adorable couple.
Becky is beautiful.
I had you beat, Chris - my hair was halfway down my back until I shaved it all off a month or two ago.
God Chris, you’re such a literalist. I never assume you’re wearing pants.
i long for the day that someone takes a picture of my boyfriend and i that’s as candidly beautiful as this one.
you smiling didn’t ruin it. i think it makes it better.
Once a leftist, always a leftist. The Kuwaitis who were butchered by Saddam’s army would thank you…NOT.
Thank a soldier for having the FREEDOM to protest. Too bad you don’t have gratitude for that freedom.
Ya need your ass kicked.
I feel validated. Thank you, SpecOps.
Validated…yes…as a fool.
Try protesting the violence in Baghdad…go hold a sign that says “Zarqawi is Hitler”...see how long ya last…lol…idiot.
Ya still need your ass kicked…just for being stupid.
BTW…ya sure stopped THAT war with your silly little “look at me, I’m important” protest….LOL.
If I saw your girl…I’d wink at her…‘cause she knows she is with a pussy….
Dude, just come out and admit you want me. This fake hostility stuff is just embarrassing.