Ever Wish You Were Famous? I knew a man who made money as a silhouette. That outline standing upstream, brilliantly backlit by morning, that was him. The famous photo. Chin to the north. They’ve got a museum now somewhere, and people signing the visitor’s book.
A Man’s Old-Water Soul Town Clarence stands out back burning the carbons of old checkbooks, watching the ashes tell tales about how he’s spent his life: A boat that his friend hated and now Town Clarence hates too. His daughter’s hair-do, his wife’s hair-do, his