12 April 2010. Slanting sheets of rain, gray skies, dimpled pool...
Catalina Island, maybe 1955. Girl in home-made summer dress, sitting on stucco parapet. Her posture almost formal--the inheritance of a day when women wore gloves--but veering gently here into the world of thin-strapped sandals and higher hems. Holding in her lap a straw hat--somehow then the rage, with each strand of weave extending out beyond the rim... We never knew quite what to do with them--their floppy and almost useless insistence. More a reflection of the I than the straw itself--as in Don the Beachcomber, or the Tiki Room. Imaginings...
We are here...
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