I love this photo. This was taken on a cold concrete slab in the carcass of a rotting Upper 9th Ward neighborhood, where a bunch of us Common Ground volunteers sat around drinking beers and toking Katrina schwag over the chilly Thanksgiving holidays. We were a motley crew from all over the U.S. who'd been gutting mold-infested houses in Hazmat suits all day. This time spent on the corner, we had it coming to us. We'd been working with hazardous materials all day—for free. We deserved to catch a decent post-work buzz. Robert was one of my favorite volunteers. An eager, sweet kid from one of the Dakotas. (North?) He was too sincere to be an early hipster, though he dressed the part without even realizing it. Years later Robert sent me a postcard...with the request that I send him one in return. It's been a few years now and I still feel guilty about not sending him back a postcard. Yet. So until I find his address—send it to me again, Robert!—this will have to suffice.
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 (email@example.com) 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.)