The responses to the latest installment of the Walking the Berkshires Family Archive Caption Contest #3 were nothing short of inspired, and it gives me heart that this feature should remain among the sideshow attractions of this blog for a while longer, yet. At least until I run out of the really good stuff and start showing you my vacation photos from 8th grade. There were several great entries, but when Bill West weighed in today with this caption I knew I had to close the polls:
After his talk with his spirit guide John Lennon,
Jack Black decided to make "Nacho Libre"
The principals in this photograph do bear striking resemblances to those famous personages. The fellow on the right is not a relative but Ben Millis, a classmate of mine at Haverford (though the photo was taken at Bryn Mawr, of which more anon). Ben arrived for first year orientation with those round John Lennon glasses, a mustache and a long, spiked Mohawk. Over the four years I knew him he grew his hair and beard to this length twice, shaving it completely in the interim. Ben was a chain smoking Latin scholar from Maine, and he is wearing Snoopy bedsheets as a toga in his guise as Hades, Lord of the Netherworld. He didn't have Disney sheets available, I guess, or he could have worn Pluto. He looks uncannily like John Lennon circa 1970.
The other character, by now you may have guessed, is none other than this humble blogger. Again, the comparison to Jack Black is close enough that I can occasionally pass for the actor himself and get my bar bill covered by adoring fans. This comparison appeals to my vanity particularly as in my teen aged years the celebrity I most resembled was Mickey Dolenz of The Monkees.
Ben and I are dressed like Greek deities because we were both living at Bryn Mawr during our senior year (1990) and were therefore dragooned into participating in this patriarchal guise in some of the arcane rituals then in practice at this prestigious women's college. Pretty tame stuff, actually, but though I cannot reveal much I will say it involved flowers and bore about as much resemblance to a sorority hazing as I do to Cate Blanchett. See, nothing like her at all...