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Great story. With Lindbergh's Photographer H. Hair loss Michael Barrett In the early 1970s I worked in Washington DC as an evening-shift desk clerk at Columbia Plaza Apartments, hair loss just up the street from the Watergate Apartment complex which became so widely known during the Nixon presidency. I was in my early twenties, hair loss and even though I lived in Arlington, hair loss Virginia, hair loss on a nice enough day I would sometimes walk all the way in. On foot a person has the opportunity to notice a lot more than in a vehicle, hair loss and one day I just happened to glance in the window of a certain photographer's studio. What caught my attention, hair loss at least initially, hair loss were the quaint little windows of a shop that seemed very European in character. Hair loss And being intrigued, hair loss I stopped and peeked in. That's when I noticed a special collection of photos. This wall display was just to the left of the front door, hair loss and while I couldn't make heads or tails of the matter, hair loss I was particularly intriqued by the fact that there was a large photo of famed aviator Charles Lindbergh in the center. That prompted me to try the door, hair loss but the shop was closed for the day, hair loss so I made a mental note to go in on the first opportunity. Hair loss I greatly admired Lindbergh for his peace campaign prior to WW2, hair loss wondered if the owner of the shop was perhaps a kindred soul, hair loss and looked forward to the visit. On the day that I returned the shop was open, hair loss and as it seemed an especially formal place I entered with some self consciousness and hoped to avoid any kind of faux pas in this unfamiliar environment. A small mechanical bell mounted over the door clinged gently as I entered, hair loss and as it took a moment for anyone to appear, hair loss I again turned my attention to the mysterious set of photographs mounted up on the wall. Then an elderly gentleman entered and greeted me. Although he was a bit shorter than my own 6' 3, hair loss" he exuded a manly and athletic confidence in himself. Also, hair loss because of his White hair and equally White gotee beard, hair loss he had a theatrical appearance very much like the fascist William Dudley Pelley. When this old gentlemen asked how he could help, hair loss I told him that his set of Lindbergh photos had really stirred my curiosity, hair loss and I could see at this point that this was an entire set of enlargements of Lindbergh in Paris in 1927. "Are you an admirer of Charles Lindbergh?" he inquired. "Yes, hair loss and as it isn't every day that anyone encounters a full display of his photos, hair loss I was wondering what the story is that's associated with them. For a few moments this man's quiet made me feel a little uncomfortable, hair loss as if I was really there only by myself. This lasted for a few moments, hair loss but then the old gentleman smiled and seemed to be looking through my eyes to some extraordinary time and place far removed from his studio. "Did you see the film with Jimmy Stewart, hair loss The Spirit of St. Hair loss Louis?" "Yes, hair loss I saw that. Hair loss It was great." "Do you recall what Lindbergh was thinking just before he landed?" "Yes, hair loss when Lindbergh peered down in the dark he saw an incredible number of automobile headlights, hair loss and such an enormous number of people swirling about that it made him wonder what on earth they were all celebrating." "What else was he thinking?" I had to chuckle at that, hair loss but Stewart did a great job of verbalizing Lindbergh's thoughts, hair loss and so I said: "He was wondering 'Where the heck am I going to land?' " The old gentleman now wore the widest grin I'd seen him display to this point, hair loss and a peculiar kind of youthful energy seemed to propel all his gestures. "Where was he going to land? Yes, hair loss exactly. Hair loss And now that we've taken care of all that...." I thought for a moment that he was about to toss me bodily from the shop, hair loss as he seemed to have an almost manic kind of energy, hair loss then he began again: "I was a photographer assigned to the Expeditionary Forces in Paris after WW1, hair loss and I happened to turn on the radio in my hotel room and heard the announcer say that Lindbergh was approaching. He also said that people were coming from miles around to greet him. Well, hair loss I'm only human, hair loss and I was as caught up in the excitement as everyone else. I realized that I had my car parked below, hair loss with its top already open, hair loss and so I swept my camera into my arms and rushed down to get in. I didn't need a map to LeBourget Airport, hair loss as every vehicle was headed that direction and I only had to drift along with the traffic. Oh, hair loss the crowd, hair loss I never saw as many people in one place and probably never will again. But you must understand, hair loss I was quite concerned about my big camera, hair loss as there were so many people moving about that I feared someone would knock it off its tripod. And without that camera I couldn't do my job. Anyway, hair loss I carried it to safely far away from the terminal, hair loss and set it up in the dark. There was no one nearby, hair loss the area was quiet, hair loss and to be quite honest about the matter, hair loss I was beginning to feel like the world's biggest fool. After all, hair loss I had driven all the way down here, hair loss had risked the destruction of my camera, hair loss and now I was standing in the middle of nowhere just hoping to see Lindbergh's plane land somewhere in the distance. Was I going to photograph anything? Ha! That wasn't very likely. Then I heard the motor of a distant aircraft. And my first thought was "Who would be crazy enough to try coming into this airport tonight?" I certainly didn't think it was Lindbergh, hair loss as there were all those important people and the crowd waiting for him much further over at the terminal. They must certainly know something, hair loss I thought, hair loss and I felt really isolated and left out of it all. The aircraft I had heard was now approaching to land. And while I realized it was a long shot, hair loss I set my camera up anyway right where I stood. The little plane came lower, hair loss lower, hair loss then touched down. And the pilot had to coast a bit before he could stop. Hair loss At this point I was beginning to feel kind of strange, hair loss as I not only realized that it was probably HIM, hair loss but the plane came to a halt right in front of where my camera was sitting on its tripod. (His eyes were as wide as possible for emphasis now) As the distance and framing needed no ajustment, hair loss it was as if God had sent me. I'm trained to do what I do, hair loss so I automatically bent forward into my usual photographer's posture and caused the flash to ignite. Now forget what you saw in that Jimmy Stewart movie at this point, hair loss because it does not show you what really happened. It does not show me taking that photo, hair loss and it does not show Lindbergh sticking his head out and saying: "Did you get that?" And I'm thinking, hair loss this is some madcap dream, hair loss I'm going to wake up and my wife is going to start laughing when I recount it. But no, hair loss this is really happening. "Yes, hair loss I got it!" I shouted back to Lindbergh. Hair loss "I'll be staying at the such and such hotel" he says, hair loss come on over in the morning and we'll do some more. By this time the crowd realizes that it's him and comes running from all directions. My god, hair loss what a frightening experience for us to be standing there with thousands of people running straight at us at full speed. What you saw in the Jimmy Stewart film then becomes pretty accurate, hair loss as all those people surge around and lift Lindbergh up and overhead as is done with any conquering hero. I did my best to disappear in the confusion, hair loss and pretended nothing at all had happened in front of that camera. Had I not been so discreet, hair loss someone would certainly have tried to grab it from me. And I don't know if you know this, hair loss but even parts of his plane were ripped off by souvenir hunters. It was difficult to sleep that night, hair loss as I was so hyped up by everything that had occurred. But to be honest about it, hair loss I didn't think the police would really let me anywhere near the hotel or Lindbergh the next morning - but they did. Lindbergh kept a clear head and remembered to leave word about expecting me, hair loss and that is how I got these photos of him with the various politicians and later the private portrait that he sat for. Did this miracle really happen? And sweeping his arm in a dramatic arc that concluded with his finger pointing toward the display, hair loss he said: There, hair loss my son, hair loss the camera does not lie" After hearing the old gentleman's remarkable story I just stood there with that same peculiar expression that he had begun with, hair loss but then I snapped back to reality and asked him one more question: " Is it possible that I could make an appointment for you to take my photo as well?" "Yes, hair loss" he said, hair loss and that was taken care of about a week later. When I received my photo I was mesmerized by its ethereal quality. My family and friends said it was the best photo they had ever seen of me. There was a sort of oval fade-out around this portrait, hair loss and it resembled the kind of photo one finds in books about poets. It raised my spirit whenever I saw it. by H. Hair loss Michael Barrett, hair loss the author of the PLE Prospectus Original story can be found at: