Back in June 2016, I started a new "series" of posts... if you will...
And so on Wednesdays; I've been posting an old photograph to inspire your creativity.
Write a poem!
Plot out a short story.
Have inspiration for a piece of art or composition.... let your artistic soul shine.
--and occasionally I write my own sordid story or poem.
(you can click on the photos in this post to make it larger to see).
Everyone was "wild about Harry..." as the song goes.
He was born a beautiful baby, so it was no wonder when upon seeing him being paraded around town,
folks gathered to ooooh and aaaaah over his chubby cheeks and bright blue eyes.
By the time he was in High School, he had several girls following him home from school every day.
By college, the women wanted to date him... the men wanted to be him...
and the old folks just remembered how cute he was when he was in diapers.
Soon, he was modeling men's wear... working for businesses who wanted a handsome man to help sell their wares...
but with that, grew problems.
You see, Harry knew how good looking he was.
He bragged every chance he could about all the attention he got...
Soon the crowds around him began to wane. People who threw elaborate parties stopped calling him over.
Even his family (shown here in this photo)... couldn't stand having him around.
After all, he never really.... did... anything. He just lazed about wanting to be waited on hand and foot.
Still, he managed to get by.
There was always someone willing to take care of him in order to gain the pleasure of his company.
But as the novelty and admiration would wane... he would find another... and then another...
By the time he reached his mid 50s... it seemed no one wanted him around at all.
So he was passed from relative to relative until they too... tired of his constant whining and asked him to move on.
In fact, no one really knows what became of Harry. He might be out there still....
sipping cheap wine and schmoozing old ladies on cruise ships....