This is daredevil Evel Knievel photographed in front of his house in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, circa 197?, by Bill Wolf.
He lived across the street from Lani, my oldest friend (our parents were friends and we "met" as infants). Now Lani lives in Oakland. She came across this while moving and sent it to me this week.
One of Lani's earliest and oddest memories: a blood-soaked pimp, having been beaten up by an unsatisfied Knievel, pounded on the door of Lani's house late one night and asked her parents to use their phone to call a taxi.
Fort Lauderdale is a bizarre place. Home sweet home.