by Emmett R Smith
Like Mr Wormold in Havana, our man in Waseca has no notion of comfortable dress in ninety-degree weather.
The relentlessly English Wook’s only concession to climate is to perch a Panama hat atop a sodden dark woolen suit and black shoes, and to saunter in the garden with a wet icy glass of Tanqueray and tonic (here hidden artfully behind his right haunch, from the glacial SWMBO who wields the camera).
You should dream more, Mr Wook. Reality in our postmodernity is not something to be faced….
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 8 September 2008]