this springtimey holiday, and some of them you can see here:
I very much enjoy the hardcover volume on trucks. The illustrations
are vibrant, and the book's usage of an onomatopoeic subtheme as comic counterpoint to the primary narrative thrust is deft and satisfying.
My Manny, on the other hand, seems oddly enthusiastic about the peculiar fish on my shirt. I mean, to an almost unhealthy degree he likes my pufferfish shirt. I imagine we'll spend quite a few summer weekday afternoons together, that shirt and I. Most likely in public places. And that's fine by me, all I ask is that I be allowed to take my ducky along, too:
And while I don't want to belabor the point, I would like to state for the record that once more I have not been offered any candy, despite it being available in abundance as of late. So now, as an act of gently subversive protest, here is the late, great Mississippi John Hurt singing
his Candy Man Blues at the 1963 Newport Folk Festival:
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