My friend Ian McGuffie constantly tells me that we won the cosmic lottery because we were born in that last century.

Not too long ago I was fired from a photography school in Vancouver as I told my students that if they wanted to be photographers they should have a Plan B (plumbing) and a Plan C (electricity). Because I am an old man I am trying to throw stuff. Today I found an envelopes with these promo post card sized cards. The date is 2006. By then the writing was on the wall as magazines and newspapers began to fade and the concept of accepting photographs provided to them started the end of assigned jobs.

I had these card printed very well by Metropolitan Design Printers and my photographs were drum-scanned by Grant Simmons/DISC. These were my last ever hard copy promotion that began many years before with all sorts of portfolios including some that were called tear-sheet. All of these portfolios are, one on top of another in my oficina. I cannot make myself throw them away.

Back in that cosmic lottery I made yearly trip to Toronto to show those portfolios to magazine are directors.

Of these four promo cards I can state that they all now involve some bad news. Arthur Erickson is dead, the lovely model Lisa married a plastic surgeon in LA and he ruined her body. As for my two granddaughters (28 and 22) this century has eliminated the importance of grandparents. I am an old man.