Saturday, May 9, 2020

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Sometimes you own a book so long, and it was used and old when you bought it in the first place, and while you are reading it, it just falls apart in your hands.  That happened to my copy of "Portrait" maybe five years ago.  I decided to take the title page and frame it, and it hangs on the wall above my computer where I look at it every day.  The back cover and front cover I turned into postcards and LIKELY sent to Rashid Robinson though the U.S. Mail, because I do this book cover mail thing with him.  And that's it, only to say this is a lead in to the next blog entry, so hope to see you there soon.


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