We went to my father-in-law's place in eastern Oregon over the weekend. On Sunday I wandered up the road to visit the site of LG#8. I didn't expect to find the glove since we'd already heard the tale of the towing of the truck on whose running board it had been perched. Sure enough it was nowhere to be seen. I wandered around the locality a bit looking at the junk that accumulates in out-of-sight corners of rural properties, and as I turned to head back toward the house I looked down. At my feet, another one.
Posted by jeffy at September 13, 2004 11:04 PMHave you considered posing some gloves?
You know, hire some glove models, take them
out on location, and directing them while
you snap evocative pictures?
:-)