craig.j.tucker wrote:
How a Camera Saved My Gray, Old Grumpy Ass
I was found freezing in an alcoholic coma on a railroad track in Maryland.
I woke up in a Veterans Hospital psychiatric ward.
A social worker visited me and said, âCraig, youâre taking disability this time. No questionsâ This is it.â (I had refused disability for my PTSD, since I thought the free money would turn me into an alkie.)
The psychiatric ward kept me locked up until my first check of $20,000 landed in my bank account. Before they let me loose, another social worker escorted me to his office to show me his wall of B&W photography. He said the camera saved him from the bottle.
So I bought a Canon Rebel kit from BestBuy and hopped on the California Zepyr to San Francisco.
I spent 16 days roaming the hills of San Francisco with my new dSLR and took thousands of exposure. Didnât get drunk once.
But I did find the old Dakota Hotel on Post & Taylor where a carload of Berkeley girls spit on my uniform, yelling from their car, âFucking baby killer!â
Now I live in Downtown Chicago (very photogenic) surrounded by lots of camera equipment. While photographing Chicago, people ask me if Iâm a professional. âNo. Just a sober enthusiast.â
The moral of this story: Buy grumpy grampa a dSLR and push him out the door.
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Thank you for your service. I am happy you found the cure. As many of us did. I am happiest when I am behind the lens.