an old picture

When Lore met us at the airport, she brought along a framed old photograph of my mother -- soon after I came back from Vietnam (28 Feb 69) Gay and I drove up through the snow, from Washington to New York, to celebrate a belated Christmas. My mother built a snowman beside the driveway, holding a can of beer, smoking a pipe (as I did then), holding a sign welcoming me home.

No snow here. But nice resonance.


Joe






(In chorus now . . . "Aawwwww" . . . . )