My Pop - 1972 In the sixties, when I was an adolesce...

My Pop - 1972 In the sixties, when I was an adolescent, my father had a photography studio in the Missouri Ozarks.   He shot a lot of weddings and paid me fifteen bucks to go along and hold an extra strobe light with a car-battery-sized battery on a strap.  The flash had a doohickey that tripped my light from the strobe on the camera, so I walked around hitting people with flattering highlights.  The weddings were mostly done in dumbass churches so while my dad was time-exposing the ceremonies I would take one of the twin-lens Rolleiflex’s out to the car and photograph a dime store picture we had of Jesus, a very nice looking guy by the way; leading-man material. My pop had spray-painted a portion of the picture black and matched it up  with a homemade vignette on the camera lens then double-exposed, the bride and groom in a soft candlelight pose with Jesus, that handsome devil, looking down on their nuptials from heaven above.  My pop sold a lot of those shots.  He had a whole arsenal of goofy gimmicks that kept Sothern’s Studio flush and our lifestyle cushy.  I could have stayed there and inherited the studio, lived a comfortable life.  At my age you sometimes look back at the missed opportunities and regrets, but in this instance it’s nice to know I made the right decision. *********
Guy With Budweiser - 1975********* Sisters I met late one night while wandering around a motel filled with working girls.  *********