All the Young Dudes at the Capitol Building in Washington, D.C., some time in the mid-70's.
Left to Right: Andy, Freddie, Larry, Alan
These are the re-integrated Young Dudes since this was post-military and it doesn't look like any of those wastrels are old enough to have been near an Army base.
Amazingly enough, none of this crew ever ended up spending any time staying anywhere at the pleasure of the state ... well, except for a few over-nighters.
Of that lot, two businessmen, one teacher, and the Silas emerged. No-one would have guessed it.
Hanging Out at the Bluffs in 1980
Left to Right: Rick, Don, Alan, Sara, Ron
Smoggy as hell Cincinnati Riverfront in the background. Welcome to a Midwest temperature inversion and plan to sweat ... a lot.
The Young Dudes had started by this time to become domesticated and this was the beginning of the end. It was the strangest thing since many became ex-Dudes about the same time and stayed that way for about twenty years, lost to all civilized contact. They came wandering back, shell-shocked, after decades, muttering, "I knew what I was doing. Really, I knew what I was doing."
Sure, you did. Sure, sure (larfs).
Whoa, this one is even before the best of the motorcycle crashes.
As far as I know, all remain in an animated state although some may have become Republicans.
Rick was the Goose Master and he would probably get arrested or shot today but, girl, he was just being Italian. wtf, the rules were different then. He had to get serious after a while in life but hopefully not too serious.
Some may remember the Ultimate Rick Goosing at Reflections one night when he goosed some girl as he walked along one of the aisles and he never broke stride so she never knew who did it. The audience of pre-pubescent males who watched thought he gave a splendid performance but in time we did mature to some extent.
Out of this lot emerged one PhD in Econometrics and you can be safely assured it wasn't me.
Left to Right: Andy, Freddie, Larry, Alan
These are the re-integrated Young Dudes since this was post-military and it doesn't look like any of those wastrels are old enough to have been near an Army base.
Amazingly enough, none of this crew ever ended up spending any time staying anywhere at the pleasure of the state ... well, except for a few over-nighters.
Of that lot, two businessmen, one teacher, and the Silas emerged. No-one would have guessed it.
Hanging Out at the Bluffs in 1980
Left to Right: Rick, Don, Alan, Sara, Ron
Smoggy as hell Cincinnati Riverfront in the background. Welcome to a Midwest temperature inversion and plan to sweat ... a lot.
The Young Dudes had started by this time to become domesticated and this was the beginning of the end. It was the strangest thing since many became ex-Dudes about the same time and stayed that way for about twenty years, lost to all civilized contact. They came wandering back, shell-shocked, after decades, muttering, "I knew what I was doing. Really, I knew what I was doing."
Sure, you did. Sure, sure (larfs).
Whoa, this one is even before the best of the motorcycle crashes.
As far as I know, all remain in an animated state although some may have become Republicans.
Rick was the Goose Master and he would probably get arrested or shot today but, girl, he was just being Italian. wtf, the rules were different then. He had to get serious after a while in life but hopefully not too serious.
Some may remember the Ultimate Rick Goosing at Reflections one night when he goosed some girl as he walked along one of the aisles and he never broke stride so she never knew who did it. The audience of pre-pubescent males who watched thought he gave a splendid performance but in time we did mature to some extent.
Out of this lot emerged one PhD in Econometrics and you can be safely assured it wasn't me.
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