This is David Hill in my bedroom in our house in Indianapolis. I would guess this is about 1973. We left Indianapolis in 1974 when I was 13. I don't remember how I met David. Boy Scouts, maybe? His family lived in Lawrence, a rich white suburb. In the early 70s, as black families began to move into our neighborhood on the northeast side of Indianapolis and white families fled more or less en masse, the city reacted by bussing white kids in from Lawrence to keep the schools integrated.
David is the first boy I remember having a serious crush on. I probably spent very little time with him -- he lived what seemed at the time far away, too far to ride my bike to, and there were tons of kids right there in our neighborhood -- but I thought about him all the time for about a year. His older sister had a Volkswagen van with flower power stickers and an ooga horn.
I hadn't looked at this photo in a long time. There's a lot of 70s going on in there.