I'll admit there are a profound number of similarities between Walt Whitman and meese. The writer lived in Brooklyn Heights, where he was editor of the Brooklyn Eagle and worked as a

journalist—until he was laid off. He was gay. Whitman was employed at one point as a government clerk, sort of like me and the Census Bureau...
But did I ever think

I actually resembled the grizzled dude? Well, no, particularly since I don't like hats so much... But last evening, pal Karine pointed out that a lighted wall hanging at Bowery Poetry Club held an uncanny resemblance to me...
and I got it! When I mentioned the likeness while introducing Tinatin, the bartender called out that it was a Lite Brite(!!) image of Walt Whitman. So there you have it. Spooky!
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