I was "mustered out" of the Army in May, 1968.
Since my knee replacement surgeries, I have been remembering this picture, taken shortly after I came home (note the Army fatigue shirt) and I finally came across it. That flexibility is all in my past now.
[And no, I am not picking my nose while taking a picture—I do have some standards.]
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For what it's worth:
The camera in the first picture was one of the first Asahi Pentax motor-driven bodies that I bought on the Ginza (in Tokyo) while I was on R&R. I think I came home in the end with three Pentax bodies and quite a range of prime lenses and accessories—all gone now. AnywaY, that motor-driven camera was worthless—way too slow and frequently broken.
The room I was in was my high school bedroom at my mother's house in Minnesota.
The second picture of me was taken by Joan Elkins and, yes, I use to be that flexible. Argh!
I still own that Leica M2 (in the picture) but, of course never use it. Now the drawer behind me is filled with six different models of Pentax digital single-lens reflexes.
Thanks for stopping by…
T.
I was processed out - probably same place as you, Oakland AB? - on July 13, 1968 - my birthday and I was free, white and 21 and laden down with Nikon/Nikkor stuff. Added to over the years and don’t use it any more. My “drawer” has 2 DSLRs - 1 Oly E-3, 1 Pentax K20 - and 4 E-P(1-3) bodies.
Living in semi-parallel universes?
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