Oh those notorious Olson boys, always up to no good, they make the Duke boys look like saints. This time it’s Dan headed to the brig while I strike my best rockstar pose – indeed my true calling if it wasn’t those pesky musical instruments.
My iteration was a mix of my uncle Randy Bachman and a bit of Elvis who had died on my recent seventh birthday. Hey glasses, big hair, bellbottoms with pom-poms and platform shoes… But oh that pose! Simply says, “I know you’re looking but I don’t care – i’m just here to rock”
I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification.
Along with brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation upon which I won’t comment upon further, we would rampage through Guilford Mews condos using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks to collect the trick or treat bounty.
Two bearded distinguished gentleman discussing how Ernest Hemingway is vastly overrated.
note: this costume was on deck a couple years ago, but life got weird for me, but in that moment of sadness, I realized I didn’t need to dress up as the most interesting man in the world as i’ve met at least a dozen people as interesting as this fictional dude.
DNA studies and archeological research attempt to describe what the young – almost forgotten until discovery – Pharaoh of Egypt looks like. But here is a likely reasonable likeness, standing before you as noble and straight as possible. Along with a scale, illuminated model of what Howard Carter saw when he cracked the seal with Lord Carnarvon’s backing.
I have stories which make Jimmy Buffett seem sober, Keith Richards cringe and Hugh Hefner blush… (well at least two of those are true) This is my homage to the crusty septgagrnarian and erstwhile Publisher and *cough “sexual liberator ?)”— I don’t look or read his magazine, nor say it’s name aloud, but I do admire his vast selection of smoking jackets. note: pipe, cravat/ascot, and hair/eyebrows to complete the masquerade.
Sidenote: this was the last time my face with cleanly shaven which I found to be rather uncomfortable.
Further sidenote: Kenny Trobman vastly upstaged me with his Ron Jeremy costume that year at the Eastside Club Tavern
Photo credit: Jen Boelts iirc
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