Miracles do happen
After many long years spent kneeling at the altar of Duraniedom, by the time I turned 18 and graduated from high school, my obsession had been toned down a bit to a more normal level of fandom. This was, of course, apparently what needed to happen before fate would allow our paths to intersect… because at the end of July 1987, it finally happened: I got to meet Duran Duran, albeit very briefly.
Here are the photos I got from that hot summer day in the backstage area at Cal Expo in Sacramento, California. (These pix are by me, but have also appeared on my andwhatsnext.com site, and on Wikipedia.)