Among My Favorite Photographs

Portrait of the Author | Bruges, West Flanders, Belgium Bruges is a medieval walled city traversed by canals, the "Venice of the North". Maybe 120,000 residents, with a cathedral in the city center and a chocolate shoppe on every corner. The idea– if you are a chocoholic, as I am– is to buy just enough treats […]

Prom But Not Forgotten: Murray ‘n Michele, 1971

Part 1 Her name was Michele and she was my high school sweetie. We went to the prom in 1971. I wanted to marry Michele; Michele had other plans. She went away to UGA, met the friend of her older brother and they yaddayaddayadda. Took me years to get over it, and in some ways […]

Nigel Olsson with his brother Carl, 1979: One of My Favorite Photos

Nigel Olsson with his brother Carl, 1979: One of My Favorite Photos

"All I've got is this photograph, and I realize you're not coming back anymore…" Nigel Olsson turned 65 recently. He will forever be remembered as "Elton John's drummer", but there was a time when he pursued a solo career after the Big E cut him loose in 1975. Nigel turned up in Atlanta, where he […]

A Light Shines on St. Patrick’s Day

Saint Patrick's day is never over until I pay homage to my Irish ancestors. My great-great-grandfather Patrick McCabe was born on March 17, 1840, the patriarch of our clan.    March 17, 2006. After a day of celebration in downtown Savannah, I ended St Patrick's Day at the gravesite of my Irish ancestors in Catholic Cemetery as […]

The Police: First American Tour

The Police: First American Tour

Sting, 1979 Pictured here is Gordon Sumner, also known as Sting. Thirty-five years ago he played bass and sang for a band called The Police. They hit it big in 1979, when Punk was in its infancy. They tried to pull off that Punk thing but it wasn't working for them. They were far too literate […]

Sex Pistols Don’t Kill People, But a .44 Will Do the Job

Sex Pistols Don’t Kill People, But a .44 Will Do the Job

Fresh on the heels of the Sex Pistols appearance in Atlanta, a band appeared on the local scene called The Restraints. The front man was Chris Wood, who had the misfortune of having been born with a long list of physical defects, chief among them diabetes. He was short and skinny and pale and nearly blind. […]