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An altercation at Flamingo Park in Miami Beach during the 1972 Republican Convention where the Vietnam Veterans Against the War were bivouacked. There was little trouble in the park with the exception of one rally that was interrupted by more a conservative group of Nixon supporters who were escorted to the park’s borders with great dispatch by a superior force.
Florida coach Doug Dickey poses with players for a publicity photo demonstrating the inspection of what was a test surface for AstroTurf which soon replaced the grass surface on Florida Field.
I’ve always been a lucky photographer. This photo proves it.
I stepped out of my office on the ground floor of University Auditorium at the University of Florida with cameras in hand with the intention to find an angle from the auditorium entrance to shoot across the street for a peace rally on the  Plaza of the Americas.
I carried  my long glass, a 300mm, f4.5 Nikkor lens, to survey angles and light for the rally scheduled for the following day.
What I found was a pair of hand-in-hand couples traversing the lawn in front of my office building.
I’m always amazed at how random moments, seemingly separated by intent, desire, direction, and purpose, blend themselves into a rare amalgam displaying itself in the viewfinder of my camera.
The challenge for any photographer is to watch for this blend, the rare instance when order in the chaos appears in the viewfinder.
A young girl, whose name and specific disease is no longer in my memory, undergoes physical therapy in Ft. Lauderdale in the mid 70s.
Above her are the short braces she uses to give herself stability walking.
Part of a photo story about her and her family’s difficulties coping with a child with a debilitating disease.
I sometimes wonder about these two basketball players and their uneventful encounter on a Ft. Lauderdale high school court.The photo never ran in the paper as the moment had no significance for the outcome of the game or to the community.Despite being a good photo from a brief moment of the game, it wasn’t newsworthy. It didn’t help contribute to telling the story of competition between the two teams nor did it describe community problems or context.It was simply a 1/125th of a second in a night no longer remembered for anything more than this brief encounter.I wonder if the moment evolved into insignificance for the two players. Do they even remember the hostility, the anger, the possibilities of their actions, and the loss in time and memory.
Joie Chitwood Jr. stands on the hood of  his Corvette for a story about him as a student at the University of Florida in the early 70s.
I worked for the university at the time and shot a regular series of  photos of  students, faculty, and state workers for news releases for the school. Chitwood was just one of another in the series although I’d seen his father’s shows and knew who I had in front of the camera.
Yesterday Chitwood’s son, JC III, was in front of the cameras as Daytona had to postpone the Daytona 500 for the first time in its 54 year history.
When the circus came to town in Ft. Lauderdale in the late 70’s.
Not sure of the exact date or the name of the circus.
This worker’s job, for the moment. was to make sure the steel pole spike at the top of the ten pole didn’t catch the canvas as one of the show’s elephants pulled the base of the pole into position to raise that section of the tent.
One of the highlights of my PJ career was covering the perfect season of the 1972 Miami Dolphins. I didn’t make it to every game as I shared the duties with others on the staff of the Orlando Sentinel.
Being able to cover Larry Csonka was a pleasure. He was easy to shoot as he always ran straight ahead, forward, into the defenders without concern for his own body.
Csonka is believed to be the only running back to receive a personal foul for unnecessary roughness while running the ball. He knocked out Buffalo Bills defender John Pitts with a forearm as Pitts lunged to tackle him.
Plus, there was Bob Griese, Jim Kiick, Mercury Morris, Nick Buoniconti, and Paul Warfield..
Black Student Union protests at University of Florida attemped to convince the university to hire more black professors and recruit minority students. The hallway in front of the president’s office was occupied by protesters in three waves before being cleared by police with the arrest of 66 students.
I worked for the University during this period and had access to buildings that was denied to other photographers.
When police used tear gas and force to clear the building and grounds I was the only photographer near enough for photos.
I was also the UPI photo stringer for central Ohio and after discussion with the school I was permitted to send the photos to UPI and then offer them as handouts to The Gainesville Sun which was an AP newspaper.
Without a doubt this series of photos, my UF sports coverage, and the regular submission of standalone features on the UPI wire, helped make my reputation resulting in my first newspaper job at the Orlando Sentinel.
Safety, be damned!
After shooting the Tsitislianos brother gilding the Georgia Capitol dome, I gave one of them my prefocused, exposure correct camera, told him to shoot vertical and include the city skyline in the background.
Lashed to the worker’s platform by a single length of rope tied around my chest with a double half-hitch, I climbed to the statue’s pedestal for a “Yes, I do spectacular and dangerous work” photo to send to my parents.
On my way down the series of ladders inside the dome I moved aside to allow another photographer access to the Greek artisans applying gold leaf to the exterior.
Pulitzer winner Eddie Adams was shooting a story on gold for National Geographic.
I beat him to this particular subject,