L.A. director/cameraman, Wendell Sweda, at Hash House A Go Go. We were talkin trash (movies) when the waitress landed with my friend’s monstro platter. No time to compose, just grabbed the cam and fired.
I’m sure my expression would’ve made a “gotcha” shot, too. Part-whoa, part-wow, part what-me-worry?
Yours truly went “Kokomo Joe” and dove into a griddled meatloaf, stuffed with goodness. Hosed down with a chilled bottle of Pabst that had me thinkin of Chicago and a big blast of wind off Lake Shore Drive. Only took a second for the nostalgia to pass.
Later, it rained and the lights went out on the island. Sweet.