I don’t have much of an explanation for this photo except to relate this. Matt came up to our third floor hotel room, looked out the window at the crowd, then opened it and yelled out, “Hey, Delores.” The young woman in that photo yelled back that there was a Halloween party that night and asked if he were coming.
This has a certain poetic feel to it: though not exactly a Haiku, it is cryptic and rich with possibility. That’s in the genes too, I guess. (Is the person in the photo named Delores but changing her name to Lauren? Or did you space out her name but she answered anyway and your father was protecting your reputation? Or was he protecting her identity in that sloppy/poetic license way he has, and now you’ve spilled the beans?)
Michael, that’s like the ex-friend of mine who said we couldn’t be friends any more (17 years ago), “but not for the reason you think.” I mean, Michael, which of my many takes was the same as your take? (And F.R., which reason you think I think is it NOT?)
Oh, the story lines to be written … Do tell the who/what/when/how/why of it.
Our real estate agent looked like that last week. He says he tripped over his dog and fell downstairs. We’re wondering if maybe a client…
If your real estate agent is female, always assume a guy.
Who is that with Matt?
Gosh, is this from the bathroom fall? Yikes.
Matt claims he was walking up the steps at his dorm and some guy was coming down and slipped. I figure the photo tells the whole story.
For a cause, see the 10/4 Pink Shirts entry, in which Matteo tells us about a stairwell accident. None of which explains this photo …
I don’t have much of an explanation for this photo except to relate this. Matt came up to our third floor hotel room, looked out the window at the crowd, then opened it and yelled out, “Hey, Delores.” The young woman in that photo yelled back that there was a Halloween party that night and asked if he were coming.
hey lauren
is actually what i yelled
who is still named delores
This has a certain poetic feel to it: though not exactly a Haiku, it is cryptic and rich with possibility. That’s in the genes too, I guess. (Is the person in the photo named Delores but changing her name to Lauren? Or did you space out her name but she answered anyway and your father was protecting your reputation? Or was he protecting her identity in that sloppy/poetic license way he has, and now you’ve spilled the beans?)
Or the obvious: “Hey, Lauren,” is actually what I yelled. “WHO is still named Delores?”
You and I had the same take. Matt, who’s suffering some kind of respiratory affliction, should get sick more often.
Michael, that’s like the ex-friend of mine who said we couldn’t be friends any more (17 years ago), “but not for the reason you think.” I mean, Michael, which of my many takes was the same as your take? (And F.R., which reason you think I think is it NOT?)
They all were. Now, can we still be friends?
Yes, but not for the reason you think.