Habsburg Day of the Dead

Yesterday, I boarded the EM-X bus, and got off at Dad’s Gate. I headed for the Jordon Schnitzer Museum, when I was approached by a pretty woman about fifty years of age.

“You look exquisite! I am so impressed by how you are dressed. I love the beret! My name is Judy!”

Judy offered me her hand, and we shook. She went on about how you do not see well-dressed men in Eugene, and Oregon for that matter. As she and her girlfriend walked away, I almost stopped them and bid Judy to repeat what she said while I filmed her. Then, I thought better of it. Somehow, if I owned proof a woman could approach a total stranger, a man, and tell him he is beautiful, I would be punished.

Above is a photo of me standing in front of the Museum, and posing before the large portrait of…