Analog Me

I’m in search of lost time, as Proust might put it.  I’ve got a closet full of slide carousels documenting my various travels through the multiverse, and I’ve just bought a scanner/converter to bring them all into the digital age.  So for the last few days I have been soaking in nostalgia for the lost worlds of my youth.

Here I am, barely out of my teens, on the island of Hvar, trying to hitchhike down the Dalmatian coast, which is hard because there’s no road, and you have to flag down a boat.  (As I remember, I got picked up by a Yugoslavian LST.)  Those were the days! —when you could hitchhike, even behind the Iron Curtain, and not get murdered (mostly).

Good lord, that was a great trip.  Paris, Switzerland, Vienna, Dalmatia, Athens, Delphi, Crete, Epidavros, London, Oxford (where I went to college, briefly), Dublin, then home.   And I was so busy enjoying myself that it barely registered what an extraordinary time I was having.   I’ve never had a journey more diverse or more eye-opening.  I was quite a different person when I got back, or so I thought.

Note the original Perry Rodent tee, with the original artwork by Harry O Morris, Jr.  I was a fashion plate, even then.