Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friends. Show all posts

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Mawidge Is What Bwings Us Togewer Today


I now pronounce you rehearsal man and rehearsal wife.

Karen and Bruce
Wedding Rehearsal
The Rock
August 10, 2007

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On, what might possibly be, the most beautiful day (and, the day after the day shown in the picture above) this Summer, our friends Karen and Bruce are getting married. I just packed G off for a day full of pre-wedding primping, and will probably not see her again until the wedding (That is, of course, unless I have to do anymore taxiing of guests today).

It is truly a great day for, well, a White Wedding.

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Perfect Day
(Buy: Lou Reed: Trainspotting [Original Soundtrack])

White Wedding
(Buy: Whip: P:ear: Bridging the Distance)

The Great Intoxication
(Buy: David Byrne: Look Into The Eyeball)

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(You can, and should, read more about the p:ear organization, and their goal of building positive relationships with homeless and transitional youth, on their website.)

Thursday, August 24, 2006

The American Dream



K & KC En Regalia
Some time in the 70's

Another great photograph from the archives of New Jersey Rock.

Frank Zappa: Bobby Brown Goes Down (Buy It!)

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

So, You Got My Back and Everything, Right?



Another Italian Connection: My Father's Side
Summer. Some time ago.

I don't know who these two are, but they make me happy.

The White Stripes: We're Going To Be Friends (Buy It!)

Friday, June 30, 2006

Dawaun Kassan Morgan (December 17, 1983 - June, 30, 2005)



Marshall Point Lighthouse, Maine
Date: Summer 1995

Not all anniversaries are celebratory events.

Dawaun was only 9 years old and living in Newark, New Jersey when I first met him. After a drive by shooting injured a friend of his, his brave, single mother, packed some suitcases and moved her family to Maine. For the next 12 years I would come to love of him like a son. As he became a teenager, and then a man, he was a rugged individualist (well, he was when he was a kid, too) who liked to do things his own way and would call when he had to, unless you called him first. I guess that's just like a son, isn't it?

He will be always missed, and never forgotten.

Winston Grennan and the Ska-Rocks Band: Savior (Buy It!)