Dropping almonds

Posted: 3 April, 2012 in Daily Droppings
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Shuffle Says: “Waitin Around to Die” Townes Van Zandt For the Sake of the Song

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His silhouette is probably the most intimidating thing about him, unless of course you run into him on one of those rare, rare occasions when he isn’t smiling. His two hundred and seventy or so pound frame stands at six foot five. His laugh is a deep raw asphalt smokers laugh that pulses out from his belly. His arms are redwoods and his legs are pillars worthy of the Parthenon; you can trace your fingers down his soft dark chocolate arms to your shoulders and it’s a kind of embrace that makes you feel safe and proud. Short white traces of hair sticks out of the top of his rounded head and the curly white hair of his goatee contrasts his face in a way that reminds me of a glass of Guinness. His smile is small and polite but constant and makes me wonder if Santa Clause could be black. His grandchildren, Ian and Z, jump on his stomach and hold onto his legs when he goes on his long walks to smoke, which he does far too often. His compliments are few and carry a world of weight. And a glance from his eyes – the shape of overstuffed almonds – make you want to be a better person.

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