We Went to visit a Spanish Monastery on my Birthday in North Miami. This was part of the Monastery of St. Bernard de Clairvaux built in Spain around 1133. William Randolph Hearst purchased the Cloisters and out buildings in 1925, and had them dismantled and brought to the U.S. The structures were packed in some 11,000 wooden crates, packed in hay and shipped over. There was a hoof and mouth outbreak in Spain about that time, so the Department of Agriculture had the crates broke open upon its arrival and burned all the hay for fear it would carry the disease. It was about this time that Hearst ran into his financial problems, and the unassembled stones sat in New York for over 25 years. It was eventually bought and moved to Miami in the early 60’s. This was a great little place to stroll around and take some nice pictures.
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Brooklyn Jack
Karachi, Pakistan January 1976.
Pictured, Brooklyn Jack. He was our “guide” in Karachi. With a horse drawn carriage driven by his son, he took us around the city looking for whatever it was we desired. Always in a constant state of confrontation with Dan Petrous, my buddy from Detroit, he would say “Take it easy greasy, you got a long way to slide”.
Talk to anyone who has ever visited Karachi, and ask them what comes to mind first. Flies. Everywhere we went, thousands of them. Look closely at this picture. Everything is covered in flies. Not just food, everything. Whenever I think of Karachi, I think of flies, and Brooklyn Jack.
African Safari
Kenya, Africa. 1976
My buddy Bob informs me, that tomorrow at 7:00 am,
there is a safari leaving. This is a once in a lifetime chance to
go on an actual African safari. So I could go out the night before, and party with
the guys, drinking and carousing, chasing women, in a shallow display
of man at his worst, or I could stay in, and partake the next morning in
an experience shared by the likes of Livingston and Stanley. It was really
no decision at all.
So here is a picture of the safari, taken by my buddy Bob.
I don’t have any pictures of my night of drinking and carousing.
What can I say?













