Starting from Boston I saw the Bills play the Patriots in Rich Stadium with Keith and Ben. Then went down to Tampa by way of Atlanta. And while in Tampa I caught the Patriots.
My first brand new car met its end on Route 2 on Paddy’s Day 1997. It turns out hitting a tyre(?) at ~55mph (cough) doesn’t go well for the front end.
This was from some friends in O’Reilly back around 1996. It was on the web for a while but has since disappeared sadly.
An Interview with Frank Willison, Our Boss
Frank Willison: a man, a plan, a canal, Panama. The Under 30 Club went to him, not in search of understanding, but for recognition of our own needs and plans. He responded to the interview questions within two hours of their receipt: alarming alacrity, as anyone who has worked with Frank can attest.
When I first moved to Boston I lived in Roslindale which is just south of Boston.
The 1993 Summer Universiade or World University Games happened my last summer in Buffalo. If I remember correctly we got to see two basketball games (China v Sweden and Hong Kong v Canada?) and at least one football (soccer) match. Possibly a volleyball match.
Not sure why these are separate from the World University Games pix, but they might be from another event around that time? Not sure. But we did get one snap from where we had gotten season tickets for what would be the Bills’ last Superbowl run. There were shirts at the time, “piss them off and go for four!”
Sibbald Point Provincial Park is a provincial part in Ontario, Canada. We went up there and camped overnight - getting use of the tent Fawn sent us for the road trip.
A trip to the Buffalo Zoo.
Post college road trip. We went from Buffalo to Augusta, Georgia, across to St. Louis to Vail, Colorado. Then up through Wyoming and back to Buffalo.
A frequent trip in my early days of college. It wasn’t for drinking or gambling - which customs and border people always asked about - but just for the fun of doing it.
This is from one of the first trips and I’m pretty sure this is the one where James was handing his green card out the back window as I was telling the US border guard that we were all US citizens.
After 18 years of being an only child I suddenly lived in dorms with lots of people, had a roommate and generally found it all fun and new.
This was my last month living at home and on Long Island. It includes a few pictures from a summer job at Long Island National Cemetery and a trip to Caumsett State Park.
Not really sure of the dates, but these are mostly from the 70s. OK, not the last two.