FOR DOROTHY

CREDIT ANNIE LIEBOVITZ WITH MAKING ME CRY OVER A PICTURE...OR TWO...NOT

THESE BUT WE HAVE A FRIEND THAT WILL LIKE THESE FROM A "VOGUE" SHOOT IN 2005.

Another friend, Gewels, takes pictures almost a stunningly as Annie, would know just what to say about these because she matches pictures and words real well, but I'll move on to another subject before I start getting all mushy and stuff.

No, lets go ahead and get a little mushy.

What is it that makes us cry?

When I broke my leg I didn't cry near as much as when my heart got broke. And I didn't cry at all the times I shot myself in the foot. Not right away.

Why do I cry when I think about Wilma Rudolph overcoming Polio and having 21 siblings only to rise and win three Gold Medals in Track at the Olympics in Rome, 1960?

Its a different cry from the time I cried when the Cowboys lost to the Steelers.

I doubt if I will cry if Michael Phelps makes his goal of 8 Gold medals; all he has overcome is big ears and a DWI.

I might cry if he misses it by one and scores a Silver.

Almost Michael.

Why do I crY at the midpoint of "The Old Ways" by Loreena Mckinnet from her album "The Visit"? EVERYTIME.
Its a different cry from when I hear a Rap song.

It is amazing to me what us humans can overcome and how close to perfection we can rise, all the while being so flawed and fragile.

Liebovitz took a photo of John Lennon, naked, fetal and fragile, wrapped around Yoko Ono for the Rolling Stone magazine.

Its a fairly unflattering and clumsy photo, but not so much as to make you cry.

On his way home that night John Lennon was shot and killed.

That'll 'bout do it.