David Holzman, who may be familiar to TTAC and other auto-outlet readers, is traveling the same path you are. Don't know if this will interest you or not, but it's the start of what he hopes will be a full length book:
Totally unrelated to this but the Christian Science Monitor came up in conversation not thirty minutes ago. I'd forgotten that it still existed online. Thanks again.
As an ad agency art director I've been the pictures guy that you compared yourself to recently (the one who can't tell a good photograph from a cave drawing) but I enjoy writing and, in fact, won an award decades ago from Columbia University for high school journalism so if I don't get back into it now I never will.
My earliest memory is probably playing with toy cars on our couch during an ill-fated attempt to live in Florida. I couldn't have been more than 4 years old, but as time goes by I find that everything before 8th grade or so is getting hazier and hazier.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your series, and not just because there will be naked girls in it. Your racing articles are interesting, it is fun to read about those events and see the pictures of them.
As far as I can figure, my earliest memory comes from when I was about three. It’s vague and unremarkable so I’m not sure why it endures in my brain, but I recall running down a grassy hill beside our apartment building. Maybe about thirty seconds of my life with no apparent message. Weird.
Follow up memories are much clearer. When I was three and a half, we moved to a small town in Thailand and I remember much from the couple of years we lived there. Probably the most impactful memory I have from that period is when my dad took me on his Honda to the US Air Force base in our town. The US involvement in Vietnam was winding down, but they were still conducting bombing raids at the time, so we would hang out and watch the Phantoms taking off. They were so heavily loaded with fuel and ordinance that they could barely clear the fence at the end of the runway, and of course they would return hours later considerably lighter.
David Holzman, who may be familiar to TTAC and other auto-outlet readers, is traveling the same path you are. Don't know if this will interest you or not, but it's the start of what he hopes will be a full length book:
https://www.csmonitor.com/The-Culture/The-Home-Forum/2020/0805/Heeding-her-invitation-six-decades-later
To triple-dip, yes, David's path is the same one I'm attempting, in similar bite-sized chunks. Thank you for the suggestion, for a third time!
Totally unrelated to this but the Christian Science Monitor came up in conversation not thirty minutes ago. I'd forgotten that it still existed online. Thanks again.
Thanks Jack.
As an ad agency art director I've been the pictures guy that you compared yourself to recently (the one who can't tell a good photograph from a cave drawing) but I enjoy writing and, in fact, won an award decades ago from Columbia University for high school journalism so if I don't get back into it now I never will.
Same with life drawing.
My earliest memory is probably playing with toy cars on our couch during an ill-fated attempt to live in Florida. I couldn't have been more than 4 years old, but as time goes by I find that everything before 8th grade or so is getting hazier and hazier.
I'm looking forward to reading more of your series, and not just because there will be naked girls in it. Your racing articles are interesting, it is fun to read about those events and see the pictures of them.
Thank you MD, likewise.
I have plenty of toy car-related memories that will emerge in due course.
As far as I can figure, my earliest memory comes from when I was about three. It’s vague and unremarkable so I’m not sure why it endures in my brain, but I recall running down a grassy hill beside our apartment building. Maybe about thirty seconds of my life with no apparent message. Weird.
Follow up memories are much clearer. When I was three and a half, we moved to a small town in Thailand and I remember much from the couple of years we lived there. Probably the most impactful memory I have from that period is when my dad took me on his Honda to the US Air Force base in our town. The US involvement in Vietnam was winding down, but they were still conducting bombing raids at the time, so we would hang out and watch the Phantoms taking off. They were so heavily loaded with fuel and ordinance that they could barely clear the fence at the end of the runway, and of course they would return hours later considerably lighter.
Wow! Great, impactful memories!