Dave's Photos
Sir Dave & "Freddy," his truck. (November, 2022)
Sir Dave, December 2023
I love old buildings. (Circa 2009)
Sir Dave, November 2022
Sir Dave & "Freddy" (his truck), November 2022
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Sir Dave, December 2023
Sir Dave, November 2022
Sir Dave, October 2022
Sir Dave, November 2022
I was going for a "1970s Porn Star goes to the theater" vibe here.
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Causing a scene at a local NY diner (12/2022)
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Sir Brian & Sir Dave. 12/22
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Sir Dave & Sir Brian: The OLDEST antiques in the store. 12/22
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Sir Brian & Sir Dave - 12/22
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Apparently, I'm a "Dog Person." Who knew? (December, 2022)
Texas Roadhouse, December 2022
Looking pensive, 2022
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Christmas in BLACK, with just a hint of RED (December 2022)
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I've seen David Sedaris live four times at the Paramount Theater near my house, over the years. When I self-published Goodbye to Beekman Place, I proudly waited over two hours in his autograph line (after paying $60 to see him when I was broke) to excitedly give him a signed a best-I-could-do-at-the-time-copy of my staggering accomplishment. The jerk barely looked at it before shoving under the table, forgotten. Furthermore, look at how HE signed HIS book for me. This man is arrogant, elitist, pompous, ugly in an elfish-Bob-Hope-sorta' way...and walking proof of why the GOP is RIGHT and the Democrats are WRONG. Shame on you, Mr. Sedaris! (as you insisted the staff call you). Do you *hooooonestly* think your readers haven't *noticed* that you're out of ideas? My friend, that's the telltale sign of a writer who's run out of gas, I'm afraid, so he starts releasing dusty-from-the-crypt-volumes of old, recycled B-rated stuff at best? I'm far more clever than you. And you're a WRITER for Christ's sake - do you reeeally think that making your tittilated fans wait while you sawed at your chicken breast (while signing books) gives the illusion that you're "one of us?" Bitch, please. Your sister's cool, though ;)
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Jackhammer at 3am, April 2023
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At "Two Brothers" in Aurora with the Brits...Radar, Heath, Me, John, and James.
The last days of the Brits' visit: John, Me, and James.
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Me, Radar, and James.
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Me, in the Naperville Barnes & Noble (Circa 2019)
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Me, reading at BN storytime.
(NOTE: I am no longer allowed to read at BN storytime.) |
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Me, plucking on one of Radar's guitars.
Dave & Dan, 2001
Me, looking like a JCP model, 2011
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Me at Touche on a Monday, 2022.
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Radar, getting gas for his bike.
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Radar and the gang.
Radar & Me (in my Star Trek tunic).
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Any given Saturday afternoon.
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Radar, holding stones for some reason.
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Chicago Pride, 2009
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Chicago Pride, 2009
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My 44th birthday cake
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Me in downtown Chicago. (Circa 2012)
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Stephen visits Chicago
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Stephen & me, at the Flamingo in Vegas
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Me & Mother (2006)
A rare childhood picture of Mother *smiling* - and the Lotto Ticket Christine gave me on the day I decided to start writing "When People Go Away."
Life in the bookstore (Circa 2008)
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The Arrowhead Barnes & Noble (2005)
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Becky visits from Phoenix.
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Me & Becky (a former BN manager).
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In Chicago, in the snow (Circa 2007)
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Me, my sister, Mother & Father (Circa 2007)
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" ... We are younnnnnng ... "
Kelly, Me, and Jen in 1991
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Me & Kelly in 1990
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Me (in a mullet), Jen (with a black eye) and Kelly in 1992
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Me, with poofy hair in 1987
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Me & Jen in 1987
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Outback Steakhouse, 1999. I'm in the red shirt.
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at the Golden Nugget (Circa 2011)
The first pile of books from AuthorHouse, April 2013.
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My pile of propaganda for IML (2013)
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My second pile of paperbacks.
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Lost in the desert (Circa 2011)