Nonetheless, it's always a little exciting to have a rental or a loaner. Just to experience driving a different vehicle a while. And, lately, to make me more grateful for my own wheels.
The nice thing is that a guy named Tony at the Charles Village Pub back in B-more was kind enough to send me a picture of a picture on their wall, prompted only by an out-of-the-blue email request from me. It's a series of shots of Olga Korbut on the balance beam, gradually getting closer and closer to sitting on her own head and looking at her own heels, from the back. I used to love to get that booth. And, sure nuff, there underneath are, in addition to Muhammed Ali, good ol' Earl Weaver, and Brooksie next to him. Just like I was a-settin' there.
What I like about it most is following her face. I guess you can't see it too well, even if you click-for-bigger, but it's basically concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, concentrate, SMILE.
Who wouldn't be tickled, having pulled off a totally unlikely thing like that there?
