Mmm, memories. I was photographed watching a demonstration of a guy making wooden clogs - in a department store just north of Chicago, by someone at the Evanston Review. There I was in a sort of giant to me photo. I looked awful, to myself, at twelve. I, gawky, was wearing a plaid coat with some faux lining and a wooly hat, and was staring at the clogs quite stupidly. It was deeply embarrassing to me, back then. (Harder to embarrass me now).
I guess I was both out in public and on private property (was it Marshall Fields or Wieboldts?) . I'd be interested in the edges of this, certainly not re that old dummo photo, but re the issues.