Seriously, do you not just LOVE this old photo? It's iconic...these two poets, and self-proclaimed philosophers, pondering life, the essence of life, and...whether or not dogs go to Heaven. The rugged, handsome, and tortured (I'm sure) soul in the plaid shirt...lighting up just one more cigarette...enjoying just one more beer. Next to him, his buddy...with his square, clenched jaw, and enough confidence to jauntily sport a beret, has thoughts worthy enough, of putting pen to paper.
The tortured soul on the left, was an old friend of my mother, from her childhood. I know they were pondering dogs in Heaven, because he wrote that on the back of the picture...such "artsy" young men. My mother was an artist, but I wouldn't have considered her "artsy." She was too busy changing diapers, and chasing after four kids, to EVER have time to even think about "artsy" things. Life was about the practical...there wasn't time for pondering and whimsy.
I SO wish I could have joined these two...at 10:15 PM, in this hazy room, with a glass of wine, a pen and paper of my own, and a mind full of things to ponder. There's always something to ponder.
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