Casey Nissa Hedstrom

Apr 15

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Apr 10

Hillary and Bill, 1975. [via The William J. Clinton Presidential Library] 

Hillary and Bill, 1975.

[via The William J. Clinton Presidential Library] 

Apr 09

My Dad just deleted his Facebook account — or rather, the joke Facebook account I set up for him years ago when the site was opened up to the university he works at — but really, one can’t be without an Internet presence, can they? So here’s a photo, which includes my father, in upstate New York the summer I was born. 

My Dad just deleted his Facebook account — or rather, the joke Facebook account I set up for him years ago when the site was opened up to the university he works at — but really, one can’t be without an Internet presence, can they? So here’s a photo, which includes my father, in upstate New York the summer I was born. 

Apr 02

Wadkins Avenue.

On the left is the first house I lived in, in Los Angeles. Gardena, really. This photograph was taken only a few months after I was born, so at this moment I was probably inside that house, being a baby. As for what’s going on with that man, the paint, and the plywood, it’s but my father’s dream of making movies. But more on that, later. 

May 21

rachelbdoyle: Hollywood black cat audition for Tales of Terror, a 1962 film adaptation of Edgar Allen Poe’sshort story, “The Black Cat.” The chosen feline got to hang out with Vincent Price and Peter Lorre on set. By Ralph Crane. See more pics here. The first time I saw a cat on a leash was a rather definitive moment in my life. My fourth grade class was on a field trip in Sacramento, which I imagined at the time to be some great American metropolis. Everything seemed upside-down, wildly different from my mundane life in suburban Orange County. In this great capital, people walked their cats on leashes. The train museum was also cool.

rachelbdoyle:

Hollywood black cat audition for Tales of Terror, a 1962 film adaptation of Edgar Allen Poe’sshort story, “The Black Cat.” The chosen feline got to hang out with Vincent Price and Peter Lorre on set. By Ralph Crane. See more pics here.

The first time I saw a cat on a leash was a rather definitive moment in my life. My fourth grade class was on a field trip in Sacramento, which I imagined at the time to be some great American metropolis. Everything seemed upside-down, wildly different from my mundane life in suburban Orange County. In this great capital, people walked their cats on leashes. The train museum was also cool.