I agree with Charybdis's interpretation -- although the man seems like an angry person in general. He's not a wholly sympathetic figure: a violent, adulterous alcoholic. He's messed up, and he knows it.
I saw him once. He was crossing the street into the public television station in Pittsburgh. I was about ten years old then -- past the age of his audience. But I still delighted in the moment.
I haven't made these, but it may be a good idea to scoop some banana out to make room for toppings. I'll try it the next time I have access to a grill.
It's a story of redemption.
I see meat. Oh, an odd sort of meat. But meat.
I saw him once. He was crossing the street into the public television station in Pittsburgh. I was about ten years old then -- past the age of his audience. But I still delighted in the moment.
He was a saint.
Bah! I have fall colors, not spring.