
Now it is 1985, when to
my abiding astonishment I had gotten
a steady job as an archaeologist with the Missouri Highway and
Transportation Department (MHTD). I really freaked out highway
engineers, walking into their halls like Grendel. Happily, at
the time the Department had just gotten hammered on a
discrimination suit and nobody was about to make me clean up lest
I sue--also, since I was usually off in the boonies, it scarcely
mattered what I looked like. In this photo I am holding up the
freshly-shed skin of a rattlesnake. I took it back to the lab
and thumb-tacked it to the cabinet beside my desk, with the hand-
lettered placard 'Don't Tread On Me.' (Photographer: Ron
Richmond).
I took this one myself, using a timer, at my house in
Jefferson City, Missouri, in 1986. My college girlfriend
had suddenly reappeared in my life and asked me to send
her a picture. When a man has to send a woman
a picture....well, I think you know how that goes. She was
sexually aroused by the jacket, so I didn't have to ponder my
wardrobe.
(Photographer: William Brame).
