Wednesday, March 29, 2006
What they do with their lives
Somebody - I don't remember who it was - told me that Holmes Squires became a race car driver. I have tried to conjure that, and I can't. I remember Holmes Squires as this little guy, with a blond flattop, who never said much. He reminded me of a rabbit - a nice one, the kind you would like to have. I liked Holmes, but we probably never said a hundred words to each other, all the way from first grade to Hillsboro. If I could, I'd like to ask him two questions: how did you get that great name, "Holmes Squires," and how, in the pluperfect hell, did you get to be a race car driver?
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