Two years ago, I decided that I was going to sleep “rough” outside Westminster Abbey, right in front of the Great West Door. I was 68 years old, probably a bit “nuts” and certainly happily eccentric. I had been to several of these great events at the Abbey, but this time I wanted to get the feeling of being with the masses of people who could hardly contain their excitement. As a young fellow, my childhood friends and I used to attend the Rose Parade every year. We slept “rough” and stood on our step ladders when the parade began. So I have been attending these crazy public events with great enthusiasm since I was very small. Our parents thought we were insane, but my friends and I thought it was the greatest fun. This spirit of sleeping rough all night was part of attending great occasions, and that spirit has never left me. At 68 I was sleeping on the street for the Royal Wedding, and I suppose even now at 70 I would be in my sleeping bag chatting with the crowds with my camera in hand. These are the moments when history is “live” and as long as I can, I will be there. I am attaching several “glorious” photographs and a few less glorious images of me sleeping on the street and even a newspaper article where I am in the news. IT WAS ALL SO MUCH FUN, and I will never forget it. These images are frozen in our memory because either on television or in attendance, WE WERE THERE! Hang on! There is a lot to follow.
Thomas Moore email: TMooreSr@me.com Telephone: 801.791.9918
