November 13, 2011
I am often titillated when I see someone Out of Context. Before I moved here from Philadelphia, I came up to see my then-boss' niece in a play. When I saw him in the lobby before the show in "slacks", pullover sweater, button-down shirt, and loafers, I almost didn't recognize him. Where was the little florid-faced guy in the dark suit, slightly frayed shirt, and squeaky shoes in need of resoling, who ground his teeth almost to talc and whose halting shuffle led him to my desk, where he would hover in front of me like a hummingbird?