I really like this fellow. The photo dates from March 1963. The reality is he was probably sitting around chatting with friends in the late afternoon when someone said, "Uncle Mike. I want to take your picture." So Uncle Mike sat up straight and smiled, then went back to slouching like most of us do. I have no idea what his name was, nor do I know for sure he was wearing one brown and one black shoe. It's probably just the lighting, but they do look different. He's different and proud of it.
5/28/09
CONTENTMENT with your shoes
"To be content with the universe, grasshopper, you must first be content with self. It is not whether the brown shoe is better than the black shoe. It is whether you can wear both at once and hold your head high. Then and only then will you know you have reached a state of bliss."
I really like this fellow. The photo dates from March 1963. The reality is he was probably sitting around chatting with friends in the late afternoon when someone said, "Uncle Mike. I want to take your picture." So Uncle Mike sat up straight and smiled, then went back to slouching like most of us do. I have no idea what his name was, nor do I know for sure he was wearing one brown and one black shoe. It's probably just the lighting, but they do look different. He's different and proud of it.
I really like this fellow. The photo dates from March 1963. The reality is he was probably sitting around chatting with friends in the late afternoon when someone said, "Uncle Mike. I want to take your picture." So Uncle Mike sat up straight and smiled, then went back to slouching like most of us do. I have no idea what his name was, nor do I know for sure he was wearing one brown and one black shoe. It's probably just the lighting, but they do look different. He's different and proud of it.
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Where is his left ring finger??
ReplyDeleteUmmmmmmm...ummmmmm...you know, I was so busy looking at that contented smile and mismatching shoes that I forgot about the missing appendage. If I was mean I could say:
ReplyDeleteFinguh? Finguh? We don't need no stinkin' finguh!
But I'm not bent that way.
There was a baseball pitcher named Mordecai "Three Fingers" Brown. They say every day he came to work, he gave a full sixty percent.
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing this fellow had trouble staying married.
Good ones! You made my day!
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