Old Man Cuttin Board had seen so much in his lifetime. He'd been there for the oven fire of ought nine, pulling a cookie sheet out of the flames with his bare hands. He could still feel the shudders of the yeast uprising of 43, and how could he forget the night little Darla Dish ran off with that nice young spoon from Macon? Yes sir, Old Man Cuttin Board had seen a lot in his day, but he'd be damned if any of it compared to this new light they put in over the stovetop. That there is a mighty fine stove light.
The weatherman says the Saharan dust is starting to fade and we’re likely to miss 100 by a whole degree today. So I’m looking for hints of a clearer, cooler season with this image. And while I like to think the little gent is some literary hero, I suspect he’s just a fin de siècle chauffeur. I do love his face, though, with that vintage brush-stroked cake-topper groom expression.