A DAY FOR THE DAWGS
I had had this photo I was just dying to find a use for. I'd taken it of a friend when we were touring a residential hotel he owned. For all the world, my friend looked like a character from a Kerouac novel--a transient down on his luck.
Several years later during the holidays my wife and I decided to host a party the day after Christmas. "But won't people think this is an odd time for a party?" she asked.
Suddenly something clicked. "Nah," I said. "I have just the photo for the invitation."