I saw her snuggled between a sleek black Schwin and an angular, haughty red Raleigh, with a wicker basket—like models backstage at Fashion Week.
There’s still an unconscious counter in my head that resets to 36 and counts down every time I shoot a new roll of film. When I have a camera up in front of my face, the world is contained in a tiny rectangle; my perception of depth is altered—one eye is closed—and my concerns are on focus, exposure and composition.
Yesterday’s resignation of the Head of the Drugs Enforcement Administration (DEA), Michele Leonhart, amid sex scandals and bitter conflicts with Obama’s White House, comes at a time when the agency should be looking back at their golden years. Thirty years ago Reagan’s DEA were, for a change, on the winning side in the ‘War onContinue reading “Quaaludes: The forgotten victory in the War on Drugs”
Ex-Parole Officer Richie Baxt’s guitar repair business has survived the tough streets of New York City for 20 years.