American Beauty Moment

It doesn't just happen to middle-aged men. This kid used to come over to the house when he was in high school and disorientation would strike with a vengence.

"Can I help you with that, Mrs. B?"
Ah...ah...ah...

"Thanks for having us over, Mrs. B.
Ah...ah...sure. Would you like an orange?

I would stand there feeling three inches shorter, 30 IQ point lighter, and giddy, which put me somewhere about twelve. When I needed two models for the style spread for Buffalo Spree, my eldest grabbed me a pro from NYC. Imagine my surprise when I later learned it was Ben, who asked me,

"Do you have a look for the shoot in mind, Mrs. B"

Well, you choose the nonsequitor.