The Naked And The Addicted

My cousin Jeremiah, who cannot bring himself to return to his blog and write even the tiniest little post, asserts that neither can I lately bring myself to leave mine alone. He concludes that since I swore off and declared I’d take a vacation, I have so far failed to be away from it very long. His claim is that I'm a junkie for it and that if I don't quit cold-turkey, I won't be able to stop at all. He says I’ve only succeeded so far in producing shorter posts disguised as photo captions. I don’t have much to say to that except that here’s a photo of me when I get all this good advice from Jeremiah. Call it today's version of Nude (not really) Family Photo.

If I can find one of him with his clothes off, I'll publish it straightaway as the next Nude (not really) Family Photo. It would be the first honestly-titled one, anyway. Unfortunately, all such photos I might have of him would be over 50 years old--you know the kind, the nekked baby posed on the bearskin rug. I believe there's one of me like that. Hmm, maybe I better not go down that road. Maybe it would embarrass him more if I just published his golf scores.

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