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.