There are things one cannot disguise about oneself. For instance, I have a massive (though luscious) bottom. I wear a lot of full skirts and A-line dresses. This is not to hide my extremely womanly backside--that would be impossible--but to incorporate my personal physical reality in a relatively pleasing fashion.Here’s another body trait that is almost impossible to disguise:
You know who that is in the picture, don't you? Sure you do. And you know what that head really looks like under all that long...stuff blowing around The Donald's head .
I like to watch the Eureka City Council meetings on public access TV. There is a particular person who gets plenty of camera time who REALLY NEEDS someone close to him to give him a clue: The loooong, stringy hair that trails down his forehead does not fool us. We see his hair is thin. We know that the smooth area underneath is his scalp. There are three words for the straggly wisp hairdo: IT LOOKS BAD.
It looks bad like me in lycra bike shorts. There. I said it. And if I were in the habit of wearing lycra bike shorts, I would hope some kind person would clue me in that IT LOOKS BAD.
Ain't none of us look as cute as we did at 18. The trick is to love what you have left.
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Maybe he'll be hired to play Rob Arkley in the next Seven O Heaven strip...
Massive bottom? You are hilarious. Never mind the serious stuff--you're making me smile all morning! You are bookmarked!
I saw the first paragraph of your piece on the Lighthouse Ranch at Narrative Magazine and I wonder if that was the same group that was originally at Living Waters out past Whitethorn. That same year, 1973, I went to an evening revival (?) meeting there where a young blond woman was screaming or crying the virtues of her experience.
Hmm, wonder what ever happened to Henry and Laurie, who invited me there that night.
I'll try to get in and read the rest of the story.
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