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Kev's Log: "Inside Passages" |
Log Gallery Slideshow |
10-Apr-09 Opening Day - ks - |
5-Apr-09 RF Radiation I very rarely, if ever, request further clarification… One tries to comply, with someone that actually should matter… Knee-jerk reactions, everything, all the time. It just doesn’t make much sense…
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16-Mar-09 Sunday Sherry - ks - |
15-Mar-09 Edgar "Bad News" Wallace It was an exciting and wonderful spring night in 1978 Electricity and dust was in the cool nighttime air as well as in a huge bindle of such, located back in my blue Dodge van, parked in a dimly lit area of Rick, a good friend and associate in various crimes of wit and deception, was joining me on this desert adventure. Employed by competing As working press we were often assigned the absolute best seats at any given sporting event. Courtside, it was simply a way of life, most often simply taken for granted as well. When it came time for any Boxing event, adequate coverage necessitated us stationed and standing ringside. This was both good and bad. Good as no one other than the ring ref was closer to the action than us; Bad….the plastic wrap covering the cheese plate was there for a reason. We had been following Wallace for a couple of years, assigned to cover fights for the Sports section, but whenever he fought on our days off, we pulled media credentials for ringside positions. Edgar’s career was taking off and he was scoring many wins, usually by knock-outs. These wins were mostly accomplished by inflicting brutal and bloody beatings. His opponents ultimately relieved by unconsciousness and left with uncontrollable muscle twitching, flat on the mat, This April 24th’s fight at Caesars’s was an important fight for Wallace. Earlier that afternoon, we were headed down to the bar and in a back hall off the lobby, bumped into Edgar along with his promoter Steve Eisner. I shook hands with “Bad News”. It was a soft and strange handshake, much like one received from a brain surgeon worried about possible finger damage terminating a career. Rick and I warmed up at the casino bar for a few hours, The event center was packed. The air was charged with excitement and cigar smoke. The massive crowd of spectators were loud and “Vegas” unruly. It was a crazy ass scene. We checked in with the ringside officials and verified our credentials; Lights dimmed, fighters introduced, scantly clad, almost naked round girls left the ring. Colbert connected with machine gun like death blows. This was the way it was to be for Wallace for the next five rounds. He was taking such a bloody beating; the Vegas crowd was actually yelling “stop the fight!, stop the fight!”… A final blow from Colbert connected with the left side of Edgars bloody face… Several months later, back in He was a grill man at McDonalds…
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13-Mar-09 ks/Mexico - photo/John Young |
13-Mar-09 Back Door - ks - |
13-Mar-09 Billy Carter I had an assignment to photograph the younger brother of former - ks - |
9-Mar-09 Pigmy Pony - ks - |
9-Mar-09 " Peg " - ks - |
16-Feb-09 CORE Gallery - ks - |