There was a time in my life—13 years ago?—when Mike Carp would occasionally show up in my life. Usually at a party, a westside bar with Tony Horton or a gathering organized by our mutual friend Jon Congdon, most memorably at Jon's 40th birthday weekend in Mexico. Mike had his own film effects company, I believe. I also seem to remember him having some sort of brain surgery. (Correct me if I'm wrong, Mike.) I know for a fact that he, like me, had a sister who died way too young. He clearly had the soul of an artist too. Any time I showed up somewhere and realized Mike Carp was also there, my world got a little happier. And now that we're moving to NYC in November, I hope our paths will start crossing a lot more. (Last I heard, Mike was living in New York. Brooklyn?) Hope we see you soon, Mike. Until then, we'll always have Mexico.
Do I know you? One man's attempt at a lifelong head count.
NOTE: If you think I might have a photo of you—most likely at least one great photo of you—don't be afraid to ask me to post it (firstname.lastname@example.org) along with a brief entry about how I know you. And if I've met or known you but don't have any photo evidence, feel free to send along YOUR favorite photo of you. (I'm fascinated by what that slideshow might look like.)