This is from the Bad Subjects days, when we would work and edit in a computer room on campus. Can’t place a date on this … someone will help me out. Early 1990s, at least. That’s Charlie and Ron in the picture.
And here, from Issue #6, May 1993, is the first essay I wrote for BS that kicked ass:
Tuesday night, Geoff, Nikki and I attended a soccer match between the USA Men’s National Team and Azerbaijan. It was held at Candlestick Park, which will thankfully be destroyed in the near future. Here’s a photo of us at the match:
(Note the cold-weather gear for a match in late May.)
For this week’s Thursday, I take us back almost fifteen years, to Candlestick Park on September 30, 1999, when the Giants played their last game at that miserable dump:
(Note the warm-weather gear for a game in late September … Candlestick was funny that way.)
It was our first trip to Europe … we stayed and traveled with Robin’s sister Tami and her soon-to-be husband Peter, who lived in England. The first night we were in Spain, we stayed in Rosas, on the Costa Brava. My memory is we arrived at night, and it wasn’t until the next day, looking out the balcony of our hostel, that I realized Rosas was next to the water. From there, we went to the house of Peter’s sister in Castelldefels (I think), a suburb of Barcelona. This would have been around June 13, 1984 … a week or so later, I spent the best birthday of my life in France.
The “Hermanos” were Geoff and David, who must have been living together in Portland at that time. The Giants game I referred to took place on June 11, which also narrows down the time frame. On June 12, the 1984 European Championships began in France, my first taste of the power soccer had over entire nations. As I recall, we ate in one French place that was more like a house than a restaurant, with a TV in the next room that kept the workers occupied. It was the tournament that gave me my first soccer hero, Michel Platini, who scored nine goals overall, including one in the final vs. Spain.
An oldie but goodie, which I suppose is the point of these things. I chose to post this photo again for a specific reason. First, the picture:
This is late 1975-early 1976, or thereabouts. On the left is my older brother Geoff; next to him, my younger brother David. Then Grandma Rubio and me. Finally, there’s my dad, with my son Neal sitting on his lap.
I chose this picture for today because yesterday would have been my dad’s 90th birthday, and tomorrow is Neal’s 39th.