Tuesday, September 21, 2010
cherubic still life
He's still sitting on the hall radiator, but will doubtless be banished to a safe place soon, in the interests of our realtor's favorite word: "decluttering." And then, in all his battered glory, he'll go back to the conversation pit at 962 N. Hoover, where he suffered various molestations at the hands of the last tenants but one. But I'm extremely fond of him: he's a survivor, and hence a great emblem to transport back and forth across the country.