You think you have troubles, my mother reads my blog.
I learned from her this evening that the previous header image below was taken at my Aunt Aola’s house in Middle River (MD). I knew it was Middle River because the uncropped version shows a bit of Uncle Buddy’s ’49 Ford. My mother didn’t remember that Buddy had a ’49 Ford, but I did, because my father told me once. I think he’d been envious at the time.
When Truman was president
So she looks at the photo: “Look at how happy you were! What happened to you?” But I am warm and full. The harpoon glances off and clatters to the floor.
I say, “I’m broader now,” and then the subject shifts somehow, ending the only argument I almost started. A thousand angels sitting on the sidelines flutter their wings and get resettled on the bench.
I don’t think she heard me, anyway, and down in Tucson, life goes on.
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