YARD FLAMINGOS
Did I ever tell you good people about Glo's father's yard flamingos..?
About four decades ago, Glo's mother died young from breast cancer, and Freddie soon remarried. His new wife Eleanor was generally regarded as humorless, which naturally prompted me to attempt getting some sort of smile out of her, so one weekend afternoon while they were at the Wigwam Bar on West Colfax Avenue, I rushed over to their backyard and re-did the paint job on those two pink ceramic birds:
Here's the only known B&W snapshot of that event. Unfortunately, a birdbath partially obscures to spotted bird.
Can you imagine that purple flamingo with bright orange spots, huge black eyebrows and a set of scowling square teeth? That was accompanied by its presumed mate, now sporting a gaudy black and gold zebra pattern with similar Groucho Marx facial features.
Freddie came home, half-bashed as usual, went into the back yard and nearly collapsed from laughter, but Eleanor wasn't amused, even when the trash man drove down the narrow alley, saw the new varieties of flamingo and wiped out a telephone pole with his truck's front bumper while he was gawking at the new and highly unusual avian display!
My mission was judged successful by both Glo and myself, despite detracting comments by the stolid Eleanor, who constantly and stridently demanded a repaint job, which somehow
never got done.
Did I ever tell you good people about Glo's father's yard flamingos..?
About four decades ago, Glo's mother died young from breast cancer, and Freddie soon remarried. His new wife Eleanor was generally regarded as humorless, which naturally prompted me to attempt getting some sort of smile out of her, so one weekend afternoon while they were at the Wigwam Bar on West Colfax Avenue, I rushed over to their backyard and re-did the paint job on those two pink ceramic birds:
Here's the only known B&W snapshot of that event. Unfortunately, a birdbath partially obscures to spotted bird.
Can you imagine that purple flamingo with bright orange spots, huge black eyebrows and a set of scowling square teeth? That was accompanied by its presumed mate, now sporting a gaudy black and gold zebra pattern with similar Groucho Marx facial features.
Freddie came home, half-bashed as usual, went into the back yard and nearly collapsed from laughter, but Eleanor wasn't amused, even when the trash man drove down the narrow alley, saw the new varieties of flamingo and wiped out a telephone pole with his truck's front bumper while he was gawking at the new and highly unusual avian display!
My mission was judged successful by both Glo and myself, despite detracting comments by the stolid Eleanor, who constantly and stridently demanded a repaint job, which somehow
never got done.
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