I’m rushing to get a bunch of stuff done before I pull the plug and start loading the van to head back to Cape Thursday. I feel sort of like this mud-covered football player- run down and run over.
I think he’s a SEMO player, but there was nothing on the back of the print to identify him. Click on the photo to make it larger.
I have Road Warriorette Shari with me for this trip. We’re going to take mostly back roads through Florida, Alabama and Mississippi, so I’m sure there will be adventures along the way. I’ll bag a couple of quickie subjects in case we end up someplace that communicates with smoke signals instead of digital 1s and 0s.
I understand Southeast Missouri State University just razed a landmark building and has another one in its sights. I hope there is some Cape left in Cape when I get there.
By the end of basketball season, you start looking for different angles. I shot some floor action at the Regionals March 1, 1967, then went up into the stands to get some high shots.
At what looks like the end of a game, a difference of opinion broke out. I only had time to shoot three frames before it was all over.
It was such a nothing event The Missourian didn’t run a photo, and I don’t think the cops were even aware it happened. (You can click on the photo to make it larger.)
That’s the way disagreements were solved in the old days before everybody was packing heat and “standing their ground.”
Here was a scuffle at a stock car race where the police WERE involved.