Doris Ulmann, Woman on Porch (ca 1930)

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May 7, 2003:

"That damn boy'll never 'mount to nothin'."

Eyes closed, morning, 8am maybe. Couch on a porch on a house in Clinton, Arkansas, summer, about 1970. "Fzzzt!" A bug dies in the blue-glow buglight overhead.

Your mother's uncle Gene makes his prognostication thinking you're asleep. In truth you're nearly never asleep, now or here or anywhere or anytime. It's just easier to avoid him if he thinks you are.

"Fzzzt!", says the buglight.

Turns out to have been more right than he could have predicted.

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