tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post6833528041962133115..comments2023-12-16T05:27:05.041-06:00Comments on mexpatriate — in the key of steve: i left my taste in San FranciscoSteve Cottonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-91560914561727194882009-03-30T00:07:00.000-06:002009-03-30T00:07:00.000-06:00Cory -- Proof positive that I am the grandson of y...Cory -- Proof positive that I am the grandson of your great grandfather.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-45926955811805185172009-03-29T20:23:00.000-06:002009-03-29T20:23:00.000-06:00I just have to comment on this pic. Love the suit ...I just have to comment on this pic. Love the suit and tie ... the gloves, hmmm?<BR/><BR/>The fedora would be a nice addition to the ensemble.Coryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08853565935732803746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-90003761114891932672009-03-21T19:05:00.000-06:002009-03-21T19:05:00.000-06:00Babs -- Anything you would say would only be the n...Babs -- Anything you would say would only be the nice version. I suspect that any other thought would simply be stillborn. But it did give me a chance to use one of my favorite Dave Barry Quotes.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-58662981559713669092009-03-21T16:23:00.000-06:002009-03-21T16:23:00.000-06:00Steve, I'e taken a few minutes away from "The Man"...Steve, I'e taken a few minutes away from "The Man" to say - I LOVE the photo and your freshly scrubbed appearance. BUT the gloves are creepy. WHY did you have those on? <BR/>My comment previously WAS of course meant as a compliment.Babshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16609157345912932083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-59252701682838656362009-03-20T18:20:00.000-06:002009-03-20T18:20:00.000-06:00Al -- The law school picture threw me at first. I...Al -- The law school picture threw me at first. I forgot I had it. I was shooting pictures of classmates, and never considered someone may have taken a photograph of me. But there it is.<BR/><BR/>As for a Speedo at 60, let me paraphrase Ralph Nader that it would be "Unsafe at any Speedo." Mexican-American relations would be set back 200 years.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-15657557484628099022009-03-20T17:36:00.000-06:002009-03-20T17:36:00.000-06:00Steve, please ask John to post his picture from hi...Steve, please ask John to post his picture from high school and then from college. I predict a long haired tie dyed t-shirt with at least bellbottoms. I suspect Tulane helped change him into the repectable state manager he is today. By the way, I quickly recognized you at 24 but never in a million years at 30 and please, no speedo at 60 from Mexico!! AlanAlanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12831396924107732497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-39135465638374399032009-03-20T12:54:00.000-06:002009-03-20T12:54:00.000-06:00Well, there you go. Just another link in our live...Well, there you go. Just another link in our lives. I will bet that your dress shirt did not have that interesting white thread around the collar.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-16317438631259560042009-03-20T12:45:00.000-06:002009-03-20T12:45:00.000-06:00I had that white tie in 1973--it was in my graduat...I had that white tie in 1973--it was in my graduation picture with an ill-fitting midnight blue dress shirt borrowed from my brother.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-20829482302260881812009-03-20T12:41:00.000-06:002009-03-20T12:41:00.000-06:00Folks, let me introduce you to my good friend John...Folks, let me introduce you to my good friend John. I have mentioned him before. We often come at the world poles apart on politics and religion. But I enjoy every moment of our discussions.<BR/><BR/>His post made me think of my first motorcycle accident. I was on my way home from church -- wearing a three-piece suit. The only damage was to the license plate frame -- and the suit. I was 16. Suits and motorcycles are not a good mix.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-62881378839219619832009-03-20T12:36:00.000-06:002009-03-20T12:36:00.000-06:00Well, Steve, the only thing missing from that phot...Well, Steve, the only thing missing from that photo is the pocket <BR/>handkerchief, walking stick, and monocle. <BR/><BR/>Eight years before your arrival to the cold city on the hill, I was <BR/>there, attending the 1964 Republican National Convention. Goldwater was running, you will recall. You were 15 and probably working for his campaign in a paid position, dressed in a Princeton three-piece pen-striped suit. I on the other hand was simply dumped on Nob Hill, dressed in old white Converse low-cut sneakers, white jeans, and a blue workshirt, to function as a volunteer fetchit.<BR/><BR/>And herein is embodied, metaphorically, the great difference between the two worlds we inhabit. You see yourself as an exile from Edwardian England. I see myself as one of Wordsworth's proud rural peasants.<BR/><BR/>Do you ever ask yourself what is the nature of the force (mind?) that caused these two divergent worldviews to meet? And to meet at the time of their lives when they did? Had we met as contemporaries, we would <BR/>have scratched each other's eyes out, spending the rest of lives <BR/>stumbling through this world as blind men.<BR/><BR/>As it turned out, we met over lunch, and had a good laugh. There's a moral here, but I think it would ruin its force to try to explain it.<BR/><BR/>JohnAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-33350194241965631262009-03-20T11:29:00.000-06:002009-03-20T11:29:00.000-06:00Theresa -- Aging is such an uneven process. The f...Theresa -- Aging is such an uneven process. The first time I took my mother to my church, several people asked if she was my wife. She thought it was hilarious.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-16313071635511149292009-03-20T10:58:00.000-06:002009-03-20T10:58:00.000-06:00I was still being carded until I was well into my ...I was still being carded until I was well into my 30s so I understand looking young. My oldest daughter (who is 29)sometimes goes places with her brother who is 10 years younger, she is often asked if he is her boyfriend. Which she finds irritating on so many levels especially when they card her and not him. <BR/>regards,<BR/>TheresaTheresa in Mèridahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17217945138741786373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-20373489078539145812009-03-20T10:20:00.000-06:002009-03-20T10:20:00.000-06:00Yes, let us leave the speedo in peace. Please.Yes, let us leave the speedo in peace. Please.Michael Dicksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01720359542700663699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-17661218658544611792009-03-20T10:17:00.000-06:002009-03-20T10:17:00.000-06:00I just recalled that you all have seen another pic...I just recalled that you all have seen another picture of this same year of my life -- the dreaded Speedo picture. I will not include a link to it. I have already received enough email that could best be described as -- exotic.<BR/><BR/>And I lied (unintentionally) about my age. I was 24, not 23.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-16336321204676652612009-03-20T09:49:00.000-06:002009-03-20T09:49:00.000-06:00Felipe -- Now that I look at the photograph, it lo...Felipe -- Now that I look at the photograph, it looks far more like a high school production of Guys and Dolls.<BR/><BR/>Gloria -- Yeah! I was quite the guy. If I remember corectly, it was the Spring. But warm enough to drive the full way with the top down in the evening.Steve Cottonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00468378507171761868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-71088297823092463872009-03-20T08:37:00.000-06:002009-03-20T08:37:00.000-06:00Well Steve, you didn't say whether it was Fall, Sp...Well Steve, you didn't say whether it was Fall, Spring, Summer, or Winter. I suppose that could be the reason you were all decked out and with gloves to boot. Was it cold? hehehe. (you look great) Take care.GlorV1https://www.blogger.com/profile/06789212398770555465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2289482511228853984.post-17857261952419903392009-03-20T07:40:00.000-06:002009-03-20T07:40:00.000-06:00Castle AFB! I was there too, but a decade earlier....Castle AFB! I was there too, but a decade earlier. The 456th Fighter-Intercepter Squadron, but it was deactivated in 1968 -- before your time, young fellow. And, of course, I was no (sniff) pinche officer.<BR/><BR/>Ah, those weekends in San Francisco, but I never dressed like Al Pacino.<BR/><BR/>You look like you´re 12. I can´t believe they put you in the cockpit of a F-111.Michael Dicksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01720359542700663699noreply@blogger.com