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mattystanfield: Miles Davis Photographed by Jim Marshall, 1963
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distinguishedcompany: ysvoice: Old World Roadtrip - Lancia Aurelia B20 Coupe   | by © aureliab24
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go-dog-go: i think perhaps my future husband will own all of the things in this photo.
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my hometown joestracci: The 3rd Avenue El., 1973. Bronx, NY /via Museum of the City of New York
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As a kid I kept a “Dr. J” poster on my wall and Converse Allstars on my feet. He was a sports God. All that Lebron, Shaq, & Kobe aspire to be, Julius Erving was. A  trouble-free superstar who created the “highlight.” Every dunk —most rather plain by today’s standards— was welcomed, examined, and mimicked on the biddy court.  He was cool, his wife beautiful, and seemed to stay above public dalliances, drugs, and “slackerness.” When he left the Nets —the mere fact he considered the ABA gave him a rebellious Oakland-Raider cool— to join Philly I took to my bed knowing he could never win a championship with the Nets. Late in his career, a championship in hand, I felt like a good guy had won one for decency, hard work, and dedication. Post-retirement news that “the Doctor,” while married, had a child out of wedlock, removed some of the unnecessary shine. I guess we don’t need a “God” when a man will do. love & respect, “Doc”
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