I had company over, so the first thing I reached for was the slide projector. The walls in my apartment, still being bare, are perfect for slides, but we had our eyes set on the big empty space below my balcony. We used the Cat-Signal, a slide taken of a Jack O'Lantern from my youth.
With the help of his Cat-Signal, Cat-Man thwarted a couple car thieves (seriously; they were walking around trying all the car doors), spooked a couple of cars that met in the Fiore parking lot and parked together for 15 minutes, and watched patiently as a young lass urinated under a tree.
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We searched through the carosel for more slides to put in the parking lot. Here are some absolutely darling photos of me projected onto the concrete wall of my balcony. Check out the texture.
This is one of my dad's friends. He used to bootleg liquor for my mom when she was under-age, and after he went to jail for that he set them up together.
Here's my dad with his old car, the Rabbit. The first photo was taking at an angle from the projection, and the second was a more direct shot.
My dad had a whole bunch of slides from Engineering Week in the 1970s. Ah, engineers.
