You know's what's odd? There are mybe five pictures of me in existence from before my twenties, and in three of them, I'm wearing those same shoes. I sense a fashion trend.And you actually do look - not bohemian, but questing, somehow. Maybe you were watching the ancestors of those pigeons we saw outside the upstairs window of City Lights...?
Were you searching for Larry even then?
It was code.
I didn't think Mr. Ferlinghetti is ever referred to as Larry but maybe Mr. Ferlilngetti is?
Smartass!There was an Italian butcher about a block away who used to give me salami and bologna whenever my mother and I went in there, I was probably looking for HIM. As for Mr. Ferlinghetti, I doubt I was looking for him in 1951... I don't think he was even IN San Francisco yet. But he could have been! Just think! We may have shared air space all those years ago! Of course, this was around the same time I ran out of Hale's and back into the Emporium on Market Street at Christmas time because I wanted to see Santa Claus again. Bethy says I have always been attracted to geezers with beards! Oh, and I don't think anybody ever calls Mr. Ferlinghetti by the name, Larry.
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