The Hot Model and the School-Bus Stripper
In 1979 I moved back to the Ozarks, after a 12-year absence, and crashed at an abandoned old hotel owned by my dad. Luckily he had a photography studio downstairs.
My Summer at Fantastic Caverns, Missouri's Drive-Through Cave
It's 1966, and I develop photos of tourists in a leaky darkroom and sell them for a buck each and hope they don't fade before the people drive away.
Special Ed and the Turkey Factory
It's 1962, and mother wants me to learn humility. So she takes me away from afternoon cartoons to deliver care packages from the church to families experiencing hardship.