Photo Finished

I have a good friend who is short. 

He's not short to the point that he can walk under tables but he's pretty short. He's also so thin that I suspect he only eats one meal a week and that's probably a salad. A small salad without croutons.

Which brings to mind a bit of advice: If you have such a friend, never, ever, permit anyone to take a photo when the two of you are standing next to one another. I made that error, my dear readers, and I can tell you that it was not pretty. Teams of ninjas are currently tracking down the remaining copies of what I call The Photo Which Must Be Destroyed. 

My friend looks fine. He's smiling. Relaxed. A hail fellow well met. On the other hand, I look like Grizzly Adams standing next to a small raccoon. Can a person possibly look larger? Every time I see that picture, I start humming that Al Jolson tune, "Climb up on my knee, sonny boy."

Just a word to the wise. Neglect it at your peril.