James Dean died in a car crash 55 years ago today. Only 24. I bought a copy of the picture below at the James Dean Museum in Fairmount, Indiana, eight or ten years back. I like to tell people it is a picture of me; generally they don't recognize it as a picture of James Dean and don't question my truthiness. I enjoy telling a lie once in a while, keeping in practice, and then -- maybe, maybe not -- following it up with the truth.
I've visited his grave in Fairmount, Indiana, three times; it isn't far from my own Indiana hometown. The first time I was there was in the early sixties; fans had chipped away pieces of the stone. It was replaced by the time of my second visit in 1991. I like it that on that and on a later visit the stone isn't damaged, and there are smack-dabs on it.