George Jacob is a strategic marketing professional based in Greater Philadelphia.
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“That is the way. You are the unclean hands bearing sustenance, supplies, correspondence. We are the cleaners, the receivers, the curators.”
This platform is old and wooden planks, streaked in yellow paint and sprinkled in piles of salt. We wait. We sniffle. We breathe steam into the dry and jagged morning air.
On a Wednesday, Tom’s shadow called out sick. You see, it had been a dry and clear November, so Tom's shadow hadn't had any time to rest.
On Tuesday, Tim brought a picture of his baby in a baseball uniform. Did you see it? Well, his baby’s name is Dean, and Tim put the caption, “Deanball,” which is a play on “beanball” and made everyone laugh. It was adorable.
For tears and years, life rushes by, a colorful dizzying torrent. An orchestra blowing, bowing, plucking, and tuning peg turns in a clamor. In thumbs and fingers and spit-valve dumps, the noise grows louder. And louder. AND LOUDER.
I’m never sure how to start letters. Is that a good start? Do I need more of an intro? Probably not. I mean, you’re Santa Claus. You know a lot of stuff.
Beauty is aesthetic appeal. The superficial qualities of a thing. The way it reacts with light or shadow. The majesty it exhibits in the wind, when wet, when unable to pose for a picture, and thus unable to suck its midriff in.
Driving home at night, from west of Philadelphia. The time change, the sudden and new early darkness, seems to have slowed the commuting class. Tack on 15 minutes if you feel lucky. 30 if you feel realistic.
