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Tuesday, April 14, 2009 2:04 pm From the computer of Jon
These are fantastic. Really clear old photos always freak me out, like this one time I buried a guy with a picture of him as a kid sitting on the rolled up rain tarp at Yankee Stadium with Babe Ruth sitting with his arm around the kid. The thought of how long and far that thing had traveled just to be buried in a hole in the ground in California floored me. I kept staring at this woman in the background, sitting by herself in the seats, all 1920s dressed. She wasn’t even looking at Babe Ruth, who was sitting mere feet in front of her. It was kind of scary thinking that someone could be looking at you long, long after you are dead and this captured moment of time that you didn’t even know you were part of. It freaks me out. time.
Critical Notes
Being a segment where I provide means by which you [the reader] are encouraged to remark, annotate, provoke, correct, rejoin, laud, or admonish the preceeding sentiment or incident. Communications impertinent to the aforementioned, including general threats of violence or love letters should be forwarded to me personally.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009 2:04 pm
From the computer of Jon
These are fantastic. Really clear old photos always freak me out, like this one time I buried a guy with a picture of him as a kid sitting on the rolled up rain tarp at Yankee Stadium with Babe Ruth sitting with his arm around the kid. The thought of how long and far that thing had traveled just to be buried in a hole in the ground in California floored me. I kept staring at this woman in the background, sitting by herself in the seats, all 1920s dressed. She wasn’t even looking at Babe Ruth, who was sitting mere feet in front of her. It was kind of scary thinking that someone could be looking at you long, long after you are dead and this captured moment of time that you didn’t even know you were part of. It freaks me out. time.
Jon