January, 1991. Where was I? Dwellar quiz
 

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Cincinnati, OH.

I've never been there, but that's my guess based on a Google search. It looks like a Roebling Bridge, and Cincinnati has one that looks much like that.

Edit: The spires on the towers really threw me off, because they don't look like that today, but old photographs look like the one you took, and an article I found shows that it was refurbished.

I could still be wrong but it looks the same to me.

In January 1991, I was approximately one month away from my descent into a year of the most intense personal Hell of my entire life. So, I guess I was in Grandview, MO, enjoying the then-apparent success of my son's surgery that past October, and allowing myself to think that the recent foreclosure of my previous house might not have been quite the catastrophe I'd thought.

I was wrong.

HERE.

http://www.wayswriter.com/pam/bridgesm.jpg

Specifically, on the riverbank by Newport looking toward Mt. Adams.

glatt, how the hell did you google that?

Thanks Juni. I knew I was in or near Cinci, I could have asked my Cinci pal who I was visiting at the time, but this seemed more funner. I will dig out other obscure Cinci pictures

I'd love to see 'em - that's my hometown!

Desert Storm. I knew I should have bought vacation property in Iraq. There's something about that country that keeps calling me back!

Of course I was in Kuwait in Jan, but moved into Iraq later

I know the intent of the thread was only to figure out where foot was in Jan. 1991, but I like the new turn this has taken.


In Jan. 1991 I was in 5th grade, and my parents had just gotten divorced about three months earlier.

In Jan 1991, I'd just gotten engaged to the arsehole I left yrs later. We were living together in a suburb called The Grange here in Brisbane. I was working as a receptionist for an insurance company which employed a few sporting greats such as Greg Richie, Peter Grigg, Brett Lemann and Alan Jones. (Zen might know who those blokes are)

I left that company about 8 months later after a run in with Greg Richie, (he was the sales manager) arsehole extraordinaire.

Mmm...let's see. I'd been living with my hubby, who was not yet my hubby, for about a year and he informed me that we were moving from this cheap little rental shack into a 10x60, dumpy trailer he had bought for $1500. I had to decide whether to stay with him and deal, or ditch him and live somewhere else. I stayed and it wasn't so bad. I was working for $7/hour at a car rental, so it's not like I could afford much better. :) We were there 4 years, sold it and used the money for a down payment on a house.

In Jan. 1991 darlet#1 was born.

We were living in Issaquah, WA and I was working for Aldus Corp. (which was shortly thereafter borged by Adobe).

Jan 1991?
I think my parents were still living in Tuscaloosa, but they might've already moved to San Angelo, TX... And I was still just a bump in my momma's stomach.

I was an active duty Captain at Ft. Campbell, Ky, just reporting in and living in the guest house on post with the wife, 2 small kids, and 2 dogs.

I was in Cinci too! I lived on ST James just off Eden Park...I LOVED it.

I was attending Millersville University. The sun never shines there btw.

January, 1991... I was in the hospital in Abington, PA being told I now have a chronic, disease that will leave me with a long, unhealthy life.

Sucks.

I was in 8th grade and probably wishing I was never born.

I was about to leave Amersham College, because I was dreadfully unhappy there. I was due to start the rehearsals for Oh What A Lovely War! and in a friendly goodbye kiss at the end of the run cast party, a fellow actor would slip his tongue in my mouth, effectively precipitating the end of my relationship with a man who is still a good friend of mine, and whose almost 3 year old daughter I will see this Christmas.

In June the same year I will invite the ex boyfriend, the fling (which is in the process of winding down) and the new interest who ended up breaking my heart into teenage pieces to my house-warming party when I move out of home. The ex will get very very drunk, very very early, because he sees me flirting with the fling. He crashes out in my bed, which I allow because I feel I am responsible for him still.

When the new interest appears I lose any interest in the fling and flirt shamelessly with him. As shameless as a drunken 19 year old having her first taste of freedom can. My new housemate ends up pounding on the bathroom door saying she knows I'm in there and I'd better get out here pronto because the fling is at the end of the road telling housemate's BF that unless I talk to him he's coming back to the party and trashing the place.

At that point I take new interest's cock out of my mouth, he says he wants to handle it (the situation!) but I shove him out the bathroom window - ground floor!

I deal with the fling by being furiously angry (he is shoving my housemate's BF when I turn up and the poor chap is half his size) and reminding him he actually has a long distance girlfriend and damnit is ruining my party! This reduces him to tears, and I stalk back to claim my prize. Sadly, with a drunken, maudlin, lovesick 19 yo already sleeping it off in my bed I can't manage much more than a snog and a promise.

But the next night, the fling insists on cooking me dinner as penance... and I persuade him to the local pub for a drink because I know the new interest will be there. That night my bed is empty and we consummate the relationship that will consume me for the next few years.

Too much info?

Jan '91 - I was cross-country skiing in Yellowstone with my new bride.:cool:

If you're gonna pitch it as a screenplay, you need to boil it down to a single sentence.;)

Girl meets boyfriend+fling+prospect, girl loses boyfriend+fling+prospect, girl hooks up with prospect which turns out to be a dubious choice. :confused:

I was buried in a computer lab somewhere in the University of Birmingham, working on my dissertation project for my Bachelors degree

01/1991 ... I was in Ambler, Pennsylvania, unaware that within the next year and a half the company I was working for would go out of business and I would end up at a nuthouse.

At this point I was about at day 5 of an eight week road trip with a buddy (another photographer) that took us from Albany, NY to San Diego, CA. We left the morning after Desert Storm began.

I am working an a Blurb book of photographs of the trip. The FAIL tree was from that trip.

I was a freshman in high school, nothing notable comes to mind about what was happening in my life.

This thread makes me wish I'd kept a diary...

I was 19. Seeking destruction.

Working a fun job, a young 20-something working with a bunch of other 20-somethings, partying with friends and getting ready to be married in July. Well, I wasn't much of a planner, the ex was good at all that. ;)

I was 5 years old and attending kindergarten in Key West, FL. My days revolved around coloring, eating dirt, and learning how to write. Oh, and making mosaics on the floor with colorful wooden tiles. Good times.

Simple. It looked much like the work of the guy who designed the Brooklyn Bridge. I'd seen one of his other (very small) bridges in PA somewhere, and it's amazing how he has a certain style. I had to use Google to find his name, because I had forgotten it. Roebling. Once I had his name, I did a Google image search on his name and "suspension bridge." A bridge that looked very similar to your picture kept popping up, but the tower spires were different. It wasn't until I read about that bridge and the refurbishing of it in the 90's that I figured it was the same. Once I found an old picture, I knew it was.

In January of 1991, I lived in Arlington, VA, sharing a town house with 3 buddies from college. I spent all my extra money going out to bars on the weekend. I hadn't met my wife yet. I worked at the same place I am now, but was only a temp. It would be two more months until they hired me.

I was as happy as a young guy could be. Was a junior in high school and loved it. School was a cakewalk. Enjoyed my part time job. Spent evenings and weekends at concerts or skateboarding.