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April 7, 2004
What is it? Is it a person? A fox? Some kind of Indian totem? Got your imagination working, didn’t I? I call it the old man, because so many times in the distance it’s fooled me into thinking somebody was standing by the side of the road waving at me, and I think of him as a friend. If he finally falls down during my lifetime, I’m going to miss him. Silly, isn’t it, to get sentimental about a tree stump by the lake? But, hey, he waves at me! How can I not like him? Life would be so boring without imagination! |
