The last time I saw the Olympic torch. . . .

. . . . I was living in Atlanta before the 1996 Olympics (and during, too). This is one of my all-time favorite photos of myself because it is ridiculous on so many levels. The Harley shirt was sort of the trucker hat of the mid-90s (at least for me).

Me, Atlanta 1996, during the Olympics

The torch is going by near the office today, but I guess I won’t have time to grab a big Bud and lean on the hood of a police car this time. I have to work. Ah, youth.

4 thoughts on “The last time I saw the Olympic torch. . . .

  1. I lived out in Conyers ( rural suburb of Atlanta ) when the torch came by in 1996. Confusing, could see anything. Someone in official looking Olympic garb was telling us when to clap, when to cheer. Something out of a Hunter S. Thompson essay.

  2. LMAO, sweet shirt. If the shirt was intended to be ironic, I assure you the folks in Atlanta didn’t get the irony. It is good to know that you are one of the “Survivors” though.

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