Ken Carr was an individual I knew I’d never forget. From his customary safari hat to his down-to-earth demeanor, he made an immediate impression on me when our paths first crossed at Canal Park in 2009.
I then made my first drive over to Carr’s house in 2010. At the time, I was helping the Akron Aeros finish their production of team baseball cards, and was simply told that he had been taking pictures for them for ages.
Thus, I made the first of two journeys (so far) to an amazing wonderland of Cleveland Indians artifacts. And to the home of an incredible 78-year-old freelance photographer who “just by accident” got his break. [Read more...]