George was a good friend of the family. As a kid, his son Joey was one of my first friends. I can remember going to Georgeʼs house in Regent Square or
Swissvale. Looking at this image I not only see George, but it makes me think of my closest friends. The times we shared in our early 20s.
The photos I selected are special to me, because these were all chosen from my fatherʼs archive of negatives. My father introduced me to photography, so looking through his personal images helps shed a light on who he was as a younger man.My parents were hippies. They lived in houses…
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