That is me in the red shirt jabbering away about something. From Alcy's photographs I wonder if I ever shut up--maybe I don't. When I was young, a classmate, Henry Vaughn, gave me the nickname Gabby--not because I talked lot but because I hardly ever said anything. He also said I had beady eyes and would probably grow up to be a gangster. Of course when I first married I was six foot two and weighed a hundred and thirty-five pounds also. Life is so different when you grow up. I'm making up for lost time on the talking and will never see one-thirty-five ever again.
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