I've been going back to Buffalo to take pictures, revisiting my old haunts after 25 years. It's not a bad place for photography. Lots of great rundown architecture, though people are getting a bit thin on the ground.
Of course, I live in a real ghost town, now.
Sure, I remember Irv Weinstein; Van Miller, I remember the name, but I've managed to blot out almost all my memories of the hated Bills; my hockey memories are of Gordie Howe peddling Mars bars on TV, and fuzzy TV screens showing a bunch of Canadians skating around, supposedly after a puck, but you could never see it, and frankly, I stopped believing in the puck about when most kids gave up on Santa Claus.
At 9:44 PM -0400 5/17/05, frank theriault wrote:
On 5/17/05, Alan P. Hayes <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:When I find out, I'll let you know.
BTW that's pretty much what buzzed meant growing up in Buffalo. We got a common language, eh?
Buffalo!?!
And you admit it?
Every time I think of Buffalo, I have to think of Irv Weinstein: "This is Irv Weinstein with a Channel 7 Eyewitness News Update: Lackawanna smokeaters battle a five-alarm blaze; film at 11."
Or, Ted Darling doing a Buffalo Sabres game: "Barraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasso, with an enooooooooooormas save!"
Or Van Miller, voice of the Bills (no quote from him though).
There, have I brought up any memories?
Poor old Buffalo. Why it was only 100 years ago that it seemed on the verge of greatness.
cheers, frank
-- "Sharpness is a bourgeois concept." -Henri Cartier-Bresson
-- Alan P. Hayes Meaning and Form: Writing, Editing and Document Design Pittsfield, Massachusetts
Photographs at http://www.ahayesphoto.com/americandead/index.htm
