Friday, August 29, 2008
The Houseboys of Summer
How poignant Labor Day always seems; the end of summer and all that. Even in San Francisco, we say goodbye to barefoot days; fresh tomatoes and peaches; and houseboys like Flaubert Herakles here undressing beneath the I-280 overpass under the mistaken impression that they are, in fact, at the beach. Silly pusses.
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Doesn't he know that covering up is discouraged between Memorial and Labor Day. Oh well... hopefully he'll remember next year. :)
ReplyDeleteThose silly houseboys. A lot of brawn, but not much brain.
ReplyDeleteMmmm. Brawn.
ReplyDeleteAnd here I was worried when I first saw the picture that you had banished him to the rat room for being bad.
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