I've 'narrowed down' the Timeframe for this photo.....1931, perhaps....from clothing, especially that 8-panel 'baker boy/newsboy' Cap....

"Memorial Work" digging through another box of century-old, and older, crumbling & creased Family photos....to mend and retouch..many of their subjects are unknown to me......like this photo of a relative of my maternal grandmother.......Lewis McGee....taken in Lynchburg, Tennessee, where there is...still...a "Lewis McGee" Road.......I've not a clue as to who the child was...

"Interestingly, in the 16th century, the British Parliament wanted to stimulate wool consumption, so they mandated that all non-noble men must wear a wool hat on Sundays and holidays, or face a fine. This essentially forced most of the men in the country to buy hats, and even though the law didn’t last for very long, the hat had become irrevocably part of the uniform of the working man. The cap continued to be popular through the 19th and 20th centuries." .. GENTLEMAN"S GAZETTE (SVEN RAPHAEL SCHNEIDER)

I remember 'THE DEAD END KIDS/THE BOWERY BOYS".....Juvenile Delinquents, satirizing the 'look'...which became the 'in' fashion for the Urban Working Classes....

When the bees' wax melts, while flying closer to the Sun.......Sometimes, it is Mettle that keeps us aloft, Icarus.......

the reassurances of childhood are thwarted, early in The Game.....as even the Nursery Rhyme:

"Rock a bye baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows the cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby, cradle and all." 

 Daedelus reminds.. even infants......of their temporality......thus, lowering their hopeful expectations.    

                         Bronze is more lasting than Plumage.......

Marius-Jean-Antonin Mercié's David may have felt justified and victorious; however, Alfed Gilbert's young lad was having much more fun....

Maybe, its just 'brown sugar', sugah.....served in a spliff....that turned those blue eyes....red!

'Giant Steps' is 'What you take"... 11:13 pm.....On Staring at the Moon from the 'attic' window: ["There is no dark side of the moon, really"] Matter of fact....it's All dark. "The only thing that makes it look 'light' is the sun..." [Brain Damage, Eclipse: Pink Floyd] ....... Walk on the beach, with a blunt in your fingers, then, as the moon turns red, jump some synapses & ponder the origins of mystic fantasies; for, as the sky goes black, under this self-hypnotic spell, our ancient brains signal the newer cortexes...that the stars are pinholes in a velvet, dark Cosmos.....then pass, don't bogart, that joint.....It takes a long, long time to disregard preconceptions..passed, for countless generations, within the coils of DNA.... Whoever claimed that 'the sleeper must awaken'? (The bloodshot eyes, turning blue from the 'spice', melange?)

THE 'LOOK AT ME ' CROWD GATHERING OF APRIL FOOLS' MET GALA, WEARING COMPETITIVE COUTURE COSTUMES, THE BUDGET FOR WHICH EXCEEDED THE 'GOOD CAUSE DONATIONS'.....

Pondering the 'dig in' area.....now, stacked with 'stuff' to find places for.....Good thing...that that auction of Metropolitan Opera costumes, six years ago, was cancelled! And...I'm not shopping for unworn getups from this year's reinstallment of the Grand Narcissists Show.... I'm out of hangers! and, too few big, parallel walls to hang Art upon......then, on to the retouching of the 'black light Milky Way murals that cover the bedroom and 'jacuzzi pit'......now, obscured by rolling racks of costuming and furniture......So much for that "Zen Room Plan'.....of an empty room, from which stars and nebulas emerge under the old black light that Eddie Sisk gave me, decades ago, to illuminate...in the dark.... that Jimi Hendrix 'Black Light Poster' that she also gave me..... Time to clean up this Mess, sit back, turn on Eddie's old 'black light' and trip the light fantastic to 'Daphne Of The Dunes' and some Japanese Koto and Wooden Flute Music.....No loss...Not a Celebrity, I would not have received a 'pass' to the Met Show, anyway....not in this relatively unspectacular outfit....suitable, only, for loungewear...while watching re-runs of RuPaul's Drag Show...

and....'you shut your mouth, Harry Stiles.....we all remember your having gotten a pass, wearing women's loungewear!' even with those stubby nails.......

EDDIE'S POSTER.....AS DISPLAYED AT HER MOUNTAIN CABIN.....AFTER SHE LEFT HER 'POSITION' AS MUSIC DIRECTOR AT A BUCKHEAD PRIVATE SCHOOL, DROPPED ACID WITH HER SON AND HIS 'ROCK GROUP', LEFT HER HUSBAND AND HOME ON WEST PACES FERRY ROAD, AND ...HAVING 'TUNED IN.....DROPPED OUT',

REPLACING THE LITHOGRAPH OF JESUS, ON HIS CROSS....SUFFERING....FOR THE GARISH JIMI HENDRIX, "TURNING US ON" POSTER......

BEFORE 'MARTY SUPREME'.....THERE WAS 'FRANK' ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE NET.....BEFORE THE PING-PONG WAS SUPPLANTED BY 'BIGGER BALL GAMES'..

I'm not immune to emulating the activities and interests of Pop Icons........... Having a folding table tennis table installed in my parents 'recreation' room was a source of great social prestige in the early 1960's.........(yeah, sure!).......as was the foray into badminton, after watching "befuddled bungler, Bellamy B. Birdbrain" in an instructional film at the Lyric theater in the early 1950's..... or watching Paul Newman, hustling pool in The Hustler...leading to my getting a collapsable pool stick, in a lizard skin carrying case. My foray into 'computer/arcade games' ended with brief quarter-dropping into Centipede and Ms. Pacman, however........Too 'Virtual' for my tastes, I think......and some time wasted stoking blood pressure with Super Mario Bros...... Pick-up Sticks, anyone? Guess I'm a 'small court' guy....and the Bridge Table is just about perfect, if shuffling and dealing is enough exercise...........After all that practice, I never got to play with Frank, and my old ping-pong balls now serve another purpose, floating in the coffee-maker to indicate the water level......my old badminton was relegated to 'carpenter bee swatter' status. "Marbles", anyone?

A SPECK OF MAYFLOWER FLY'S WING MAY SEND MILLIONS OF ANXIETY-RIDDEN PEOPLE TO EMERGENCY ROOMS......

'online' at 3am, a few years ago, to discover which, of many 'conditions', may have caused this failing vision......using my 'good' eye, which was normal.....it 'seems' that just about every site was either promoting some 'eye doctor/clinic' or some 'drug/eyedrops'.....OR telling the reader to get to a hospital ASAP, for fear of having a stroke, macular degeneation, sudden deterioration of the eye, abrasion/scratching of the lens....and on an on....(more fuel for Anxiety)....."screw all of THAT", I thought, as I flooded my eyeball socket with ten year old prescription eyedrops and saline solution.....eventually, dislodging a tiny speck of what 'looked like' a bit of mayflower fly's wing......Now, back to normal, and listening to NPR during a morning caffeine fix, I was a bit amused to hear people discussing 'baby's 'milk' Formula Anxiety' that seems to be sweeping America while Nancy Pelosi makes her appearance, as U.S.'s highest ranking 'representative', to allay our Anxiety about the Russian takeover over of our newest Alliance in Central Europe.....Oh, I see!