What a whirlwind of activity there is here! A bloody bedazzled Mexican matador (oh, that’s a nice title!), an irate bellhop, an Iowa farmhand (freshly flung into the ring from a far-reaching midwest tornado), and the Artful Dodger, doing his best to carpe diem in the midst of all this brouhaha.
The magazine, Hoy, published the picture with this comment: Just as it happens every day in every section of the city. Note to self: don’t visit Mexico City in the 50s. Or ever. Or Liberia in 2014.
I can’t be certain it’s Favreau, but he’s been known to don a clown nose before.
His hair might be less nappy now, but the jawline is a dead giveaway.
…young men set their pocket watches to pin-up time. Witness this lad trying to get the minute hand just right. Men who did not hang pin-ups in their rooms usually found themselves tardy to important appointments. Even on Saturdays.
Sadly, campus buses did not run their routes on weekends and fellows were forced to hitch.
Pin-up time has gone the way of the dinosaur, but a new time has risen in popularity.
And according to my watch, that’s pretty soon.
before Barnes & Noble and the now-defunct Borders
there were libraries
and corner bookstores
and meg ryan did not work in them but that was okay
there was no coffee, no chai, no biscotti
but boys and girls could meet there and look at each other when they spoke
and touch globes and point to countries they would visit
and grab a paperback and get lost in it so that they forgot all sense of time.