Perhaps at Princeton Street Ann Arbor. Piano was red
The Porch Swing on Vaugh Street Ann Arbor. Apparently bad fridge too.
Hard to say. “Special” Cookies? Or just really bad tasting.
Well, I never owned a horse or trailer or rode out to Utah. Except in my mind
Marine City Michigan is on the St. Clair River which connects Lake Huron to Lake St. Clair all part of the St. Lawrence Seaway north of Detroit.
Girlfriend Jan rented a cottage on the water while teaching in town.
Sitting in the enclosed back porch looking at the water, it seems to be a small inland lake. But then…. Into the edge of the picture comes the 75 foot high bow of a freighter. Bizare.
Eclipse Bag (still in use)
Love cycling. While this is likely not drawn for my 2,200 mile Idaho to Ann Arbor 1976 trip, it could.
As of 2023 that Eclipse handlebar bag, originally made in Ann Arbor IS still in use.
Frequently a Doodle is just that…. A Doodle.
Even though I drew this, I don’t see any chicken, but do recognize a theme in the use of depth
This is myself and Jan who always had way more energy than me. Jan was my girlfriend from college and remains a friend today.
Hand drawn Jewish New Year Card, Date unknown
Ah, my old Smith Corona electric. A high school graduation gift from Mom and Dad, it got loaned to many whilst at Michigan State and ultimately was stolen from my trunk in Manhattan NY.
It allowed me to type at roughly 120 mistakes a minute, often one long word. In those days I would leave all the errors in considering them part of my “style”.
Advent of computer word processing ended that practice.
Detaunte or Lunch?
For a while I had friends living on the remains of an old farm near Novi Michigan (now subsumed into the developed city).
At one time there was at least one baby raccoon there who would climb on us. On this occasion it decided to eat my toothbrush, though I am at a loss for why.
Ah the old 35mm Film days. Likely my Honeywell Pentax single lens reflex, though the scene is imaginary
Outdoor Weather is Coming.
Pretty sure I would not eat the apple on the left.
Swing and tree. Date unknown. Subject imaginary
Ok Ok, so we are all Old Hippies.
This card came from Fred Campau,
MSU friend and citizen of Chicago
Early photo of Wolfgang Claus Schroeter, a MSU life friend and essentially a brother.
Unfortunately, he passed at age 54.
Somewhere in the Israeli Negev desert 1972. Seems that I had NO disciples, but managed to escape without the need to be dead first.
May 1975
Jan Cichowlas and me.
Location unknown.
Marine City Michigan Fall 1974
It snowed 10 inches on the 10th of October.
Oh that hat.
In the mid-1960’s I went to the Boy Scout Ranch at Philmont New Mexico.
I purchased a decent Stetson had, but stupidly thought a cowboy would “distress” his hat. Obviously, I got carried away and ruined it. Why I was still wearing it a decade later is a testament to my lack of personal taste.
This shot was taken in the yard at the seawall in Marine City.
My dear mother helped me create these wonderful cat tails. Always up for another costume adventure.
Airborne are Wolfgang and myself.
1973
The end days of Undergraduate life.
Yes, rather wooly.
Jan and two forgotten MSU friends.
The “Oy Vega” aka the Vegamatic.
Back in the 70’s people would give me automobiles. I would drive some and then give them away or in this case junk them.
A lovely kind person, Joseph Bytell, whom I knew through the University of Michigan Gilbert & Sullivan Society gave me an orange Chevrolet Vega. Despite his quiet demeanor the car had two dents in the driver front quarter panel where he KICKED it in frustration. I drove it for 20k+ miles and then parted it out.
Unfortunately Joe was an early victim of the AIDS epidemic.
October 16, 1973
Pretty certain I was not dressed up for court in 1973.