I worked my way through college. Freshman year my first job was cafeteria table police, where I separated done eating students playing cards from want to eat students. She, my future wife, I busted and busted again, another time, and then again. JoAnn, as she’s called, simply wasn't taking lunch seriously. (A serious student ate then politely left, allowing others to squat and gobble.)JoAnn and her side-kick, Nancy (dyed-n-the-wool New Yorker, living on Bleeker St. across from NYU) were recalcitrant recidivists. To the right is a mug shot of JoAnn in her dress up prison garb. (And to think she was National Honor Society material)!
Below is me exactly one year before I crossed paths with the one who didn’t understand NO! STOP! DESIST! OKAY, GIVE ME THE CARDS, JOANN! I was just your average Jock. They gave me a special sports jacket with a University badge hoping to increase my commanding presence and easing my job as playing card confiscator.
The years passed. Oh, how quickly they pass. I think it was my father, or perhaps a pet turtle, but one of them said. "If ya live long enough you're gonna get old. Expect changes... all kinds of changes. Mrs. Haste yee back pursued a career in Social Work and came away with a CPA. Don't ask. I don't know how ya do that either. Anyway, here's a picture of me coming home after a long day mining words: note sack, pick and that rejected writer look.
Now, this is my interpretation of what Mrs. Haste yee back says I look like when I'm HUNGRY! I don't think I do. But she stood over me and directed every line I drew until she grinned with satisfaction. First of all, I don't have that much hair anymore!But, when all is said and done, we still feel young and love each other! Mrs. Haste yee back once told me I was better than nothin.!
Haste yee back ;-)
All art copyrighted to Robert Wahl