We’re just crazy for this guy’s …
… wait for it …
Eyes!
The last time we saw eyes this dark and soulful was in a painting by Ingres.
It’s the sort of gaze known as penetrating.
Penetrating, indeed!
He seems to look so deeply into us that our spine begins to tingle.
For starters.
And then there’s that name. Bam Bam So nice you have to say it twice!
It’s a nickname for sure, but we don’t think it has anything remotely to do with The Flintstones. It’s the kind of name a guy sort of acquires. A name given to him by other boys. Actions, you will recall, speak oh so much louder than words.
Now readers of these pages know how often we feature … um .. college boys and … cough … fratmen. Bam Bam is also enrolled in a university of sorts. The university of the streets — “the floating world” to use Mishima’s lovely phrase for it. Here today, gone tomorrow. Making his own way in the world. Living by his wits.
And, we’d like to think, by the kindness of many strangers.
We wish we could tell you more about our new discovery — beyond, say, that we’ve accepted him as our personal savior. But really what more is there to say of Bam Bam? Only the most profound thing of all:
He makes us happy. He puts the bop in the Bop Sha-bop Sha-bop. He puts the ram in the Rama Lama Ding Dong.
Bam Bam is the latest — oh, let’s call him Seeker of Truth — to join our gallery of Seattle Boys. He’s waiting in our Inner Circle to penetrate much more than your soul.
(MEMBERS / non-MEMBERS)
Why is this man smiling so damn hard? Hanging on to that shiny happy glow like his life depended on it?




