Without my usual collection of pens, I created a simple and probably too spare fidgetglyph today, and I affixed copies of these to the backs of photographs of the boardwalk at Jones Beach on Long Island, New York, in July of 1934. The summer in that photograph appears warmer than the late spring here in the Adirondacks. Very cool, and dipping to freezing tonight.
Remarkably, I titled this fidgetglyph improperly at first ("cross roads"), then had to return to the cards and add the true title: "cross wayss." Cliches always dominate our imaginations.
1/5 Ruth and Marvin Sackner
2/5 Bob Grumman
4/5 Roy Arenella
un violon d’ingres