Legend of Howling Man

I forgot to tell you! The hairy (back hair) guy we saw the other day, on Perkins St., is howling man!

I saw him yesterday, shirtless and in shorts again, in 36 degree weather during my bike ride.

He was doing a variation of his howl (much lower) and rubbing his hands over his forehead and eyes (like Curly from 3 Stooges—I swear!) and everybody stopped at the intersection of Perkins and Jamaicaway were staring, mouths agape, at him. Traffic locked.

Poor Howling Man cracked. (world was too much with him)

What I’m Reading:

“… I’m tired, so I lie down. The earth spins for me and
the dead continue their orbiting. It gives me strength to remember there is
no such thing as an immovable object.”

— Ae Hee Lee / “A Study through Homes”