"But I have seen a photograph of her stretched on the prow of Aker’s boat like a sea nymph–she wasn’t always fat, and there is a careless eroticism to these North Shore fisherfolk, driven by sultry summers, that milky Lake Erie sunlight, and alcohol."
He just puzzles the hell out of me. I wish I had met him. There are things you can tell in a minute in person that you can never figure out by reading and talking to other people. He had a wicked sense of humour. He wrote quite terrible poetry (but did he really take it seriously?). There are local rumours about various affairs he had, but is that just village spite?
"But I have seen a photograph of her stretched on the prow of Aker’s boat like a sea nymph–she wasn’t always fat, and there is a careless eroticism to these North Shore fisherfolk, driven by sultry summers, that milky Lake Erie sunlight, and alcohol."
Amazing, Douglas. And you look just like him.
He just puzzles the hell out of me. I wish I had met him. There are things you can tell in a minute in person that you can never figure out by reading and talking to other people. He had a wicked sense of humour. He wrote quite terrible poetry (but did he really take it seriously?). There are local rumours about various affairs he had, but is that just village spite?
Such a vivid picture of the place and the period...milky sunlight of Lake Erie.