See Dick Run. See Dick Shoot. See Dick sport a pair of wool slacks that’ll make generations of lensers break out in hives. Honestly, if a guy with that much dip in his ‘do came at ME with a camera, I’d kick him square between the Darrins. Maybe then, he’d stay out of my subconscious – instead of wandering into my every other day dream like some overdressed specter. Did photogs, I’m sorry, “cameraman drivers”, ever really look like that? Apparently so, but in my two decades behind the glass, I’ve not met a single news shooter who could double as that Dad from Dennis the Menace. Then again, I don’t get out of Carolina much. Perhaps in Metropolis, mortal recordists dress like Clark Kent. Here in the shallow South, we favor the Suburban Dad turned Survivalist duds -that is when we’re not rockin’ the mismatched cabana-wear of seaside drifters the globe over. That look never goes out of style. But don’t take my word for it. Ask Amanda Emily, the sharp-eyed archivist who forgoes fashion for fresh relics from the ash-heap of TV history. Maybe that’s where she found this broadcast schematic – a bold mobile coverage plan, slathered in Mad Man fashion and dripping in retro-tech… 

Talk about timeless.