Yearly Archives: 2008

On being mistaken for myself

Photos never lie except when they must, with a minimum of mendacity, tell welting whoppers about how egregiously old the old codger has become. I have studied photos taken years ago that make me look youthful although I can recall … Continue reading

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Not I

It had to be somebody else— that picture they said was I; he was old and paunchy, looked like he should be chewing a cheroot in a rocker, cracking wise about the good old days on the porch out front … Continue reading

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argument

Just mowing the grass on a hot humid smog smothered shad fly infested mosquito plagued afternoon can wreck any argument for doing it the shad crawling trapped between my lenses and my face leaves specks on my specs and sweat … Continue reading

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