I’d hate to have to dust
I drawed you a picture and everything, but then I decided it wasn’t very good and I threw it away.
So instead, I thought perhaps you’d enjoy seeing a picture of my grandfather in his den. The tow-haired moppet on the chair looks just like me, but isn’t — I was an infant when he died. One of my cousins, I guess.
He had many a weird and wonderful thing in his collection — fossilized dinosaur tracks, a six-shooter that belonged to Jesse James (the grips were all burned away), a shattered and re-melted glass bottle from Hiroshima — it was a proper Victorian cabinet of curiosities. Though gramps was an uneducated country boy, so I won’t swear he didn’t get ripped off for a curiosity or two.
I should like to draw your attention to an object in the upper right corner of the picture. That is a stuffed possum playing a bass fiddle.
Taste and refinement, my people.
July 28, 2011 — 10:29 pm
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