One Way? Week Four: "Like the Woman At The Well"
When I was a youngster I wasn't exactly what you might call "easy on the eyes." Not that I am now, mind you, but back then---things were pretty messed up. There is a school photo I recall that stands out far more than any other. I was perhaps twelve years old at the time. For some reason I was clad in a dress shirt, a sweater vest and a clip on tie that had the most garish decor could imagine silk screened on it. My hair was sort of plastered to my head, my ears were sticking out and my enormous glasses sort of rounded out the ensemble perfectly. My eyes are crossed pretty severely in the photo on account of the fact they tend to do that because I am blind in one of them. Sometimes, like in this photo, they cross more than others. To sum things up... I was looking good. Here it is: When I think about that photo, I just want to reach into it and put my hand on twelve year old Leon's shoulders... and shake the living crap out of him. "Dude! ...