It was a big day on the Comments front yesterday. First, I was thrilled to find that Keith contributed the first comment to appear on this new home of HinesSight (on my Paris Hilton posting, accessible in the “Recent Comments” section in the left column). Then, I checked my email and found that on my old weblog I'd received another comment on my American Splendor/I learn to wash lettuce posting. This wasn't quite so thrilling, as the keywords “Laurel Hines,” “exaggeration,” “poetic license,” and “evil eye” leapt to my attention--notably the “Laurel Hines” identifier, she being the owner of the Wife Eye which I did indeed mention several times in that posting.
In response, I would like to point out that the words “evil eye” nowhere appear in that posting, there being an important and significant distinction between Wife Eye and evil eye. However, if this posting led anyone to the entirely erroneous conclusion that Laurel does indeed have an evil eye, I offer as beautifully exculpatory evidence this photo (click on it to enlarge). This is one of my favorite photographs of Lovely Laurel. She gave it to me some fourteen years ago, soon after we met, and in my eyes she has changed not a whit.
And since the girl is always present in the woman, as the boy is in the man, I further offer up this wonderful hand-painted (by Laurel’s mother) photo of Little Laurel that hangs in the stairway leading to my office. I love to look upon Little Laurel and ponder that who she was to become is so clearly reflected in her father’s sensitive photography.
Yet there is another side to Laurel, as there is to all of us—which makes human beings such interesting creatures. Then, as now, her sweetness is balanced by spiciness, producing a tasty combination. Laurel tells me that her girlish family nickname was “Baby B-Bomb,” which I can easily believe from this photo (also taken by her father and colored by her artistic mother).
Since Laurel is the youngest of three sisters, the “Baby” part of her appellation is easy to understand. The precise meaning of “B,” though, is open to question. “Brat,” says Laurel, is a likely choice, given how the littlest sister normally is viewed by siblings. This is a great photograph, capturing as it does Laurel’s “Oh, yeah??!! We’ll see about that!” side, nobly manifested in her environmental crusades such as working to preserve our neighborhood groundwater and coyotes.
Keep those comments coming. I love to get email, even (and especially) when it comes from the computer just a few feet above mine.