My brother recently sent me this one. It's a picture of him and me at the pony carts in Jackson's Point, a resort community fifty miles north of Toronto, where you could rent a cart and drive around, unsupervised, anywhere you wanted. I mean, you couldn't leave town, or anything. The carts were only rented for half an hour. And the ponies had very short legs.
I post this for anyone wondering what I looked like when I was five.
Copies on sale on request.
Not really.
But how often do I get a chance to say that?
Even if it isn't true.
2 comments:
Dear Mr. Pomerantz; that's one heck of a picture. It's wonderful that your brother still had it and could send you a copy.
-z
Does he still choke you during family photo sessions?
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