Milk and honey

The year was 1974.  Imagine a barely out of the closet, unruly haired 19-year-old, hippie-ish boy walking into his new neighborhood camera store to determine where he would process his super 8 film.  On that first day at Castro Camera I was greeted by both owners Harvey and Scott, who were super gregarious.  I distinctly remember leaving their camera store that day jazzed.  Those guys were so nice, especially the one named Harvey.  I had yet to learn the fine art of cruising, so Harvey’s attention landed quite curiously with me.