Mark at the Pony Club, Buenos Aires.
Dorm living, senior year of college. This must have been before I inherited a large spotted bunny from my friend Stanley’s dorm-mate. Lily had been keeping the pet (her first) in a closet from the time it was a small ball of fluff, but when I got it bunny was the size of a fat cat. Every time you came home from class there she’d be, grunting and looping around the room like a desperate rutting moose with lop ears and a cotton tail. We had to rig up a special waist-high baby fence to take up all the floor space and keep her from boxing my other bunny (did I mention there was another bunny in the room? also a large bookshelf pantry full of food, and a no-pets rule) on the ears. How did I ever get any work done?
“Old Family Photographs”—for example, this one of my grandmother Menene and grandfather Tata. She used to send me Xeroxes of good ones in giant manila envelopes along with clarifying captions: “tus abuelos en el Triumph, 1950.” Reading between the lines, I think this is one from their courtship period.
homes i have known
Brotherly love at Ana Clara. Dad and Becco with un perro salchicha and smiles, summertime.
enterprising kiddies with Claire—one of the problems of employing the whole of Heritage Court in your lemonade stand is, now who will be your customers?
