Yes, this was me in May 1979. I was 30 years old, and I was living in Urbana, Illinois, where I was a teaching and research assistant in the French Department at the University of Illinois. In September of that year, I would leave for a year in France, which would turn into three years. In 1981, I would meet Walt there, and the rest is history.
Look at that hair! It was the end of the 1970s, after all. This was the look of people like James Taylor and Francis Cabrel, two of my favorite singers in those days. Long hair was partly a political statement back then, and it was partly a budget issue — I told myself I couldn't really afford frequent haircuts. I do remember going to get my hair cut in the spring of 1980 or '81 near where I was living at Les Halles (rue Montorgueil) in Paris and deciding, on the spur of the moment, to get it all cut off. That was the end of that period in my life.