The Mushroom

I don't know if any of you have ever visited the Mushroom - I had forgotten him until I saw his comment over at Jamie Dawn's on December 23 (really liked that poem she wrote).

Anyway, Mushroom collects old discarded photos and posts them and makes up stories about what's going on in them.

For example, he posted this photo, and then goes on to say . . .


Years before plastic surgery or sex change operations were invented, Donald Weisbaum (seen here as his torch-song personna, Estrella Celeste) was doomed to never actually be a convincing woman. His nose prevented him from finding his fortune, despite his voice being so soulful. He was going to take a dive off this bridge but the thought of snagging his hose [either variety] on the way over the rail made him think twice, and the epiphany made him delve further into his theatre work. His life served as an inspiration for later unpretty female impersonators such as Harvey Fierstein and Divine; he died last month at age 80.

His December 2005 photos (scroll down a bit) are of someone he knew as a child and he posted some stories that he knows, or others have told him, about "Uncle Elfie". There are six photos with tales - Take a gander. I think you'll find the visit worth it.

(BTW, there is a Yahoo Group about Collecting Found Photos. Who knew?)

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The kids go back to school today, I go back to work tomorrow after taking off most of last week. Nod returns on Wednesday. I will attempt to get some stuff done despite Nod's being underfoot. In the way. Roadblock. Hurdle, blockcade, interference, monkey wrench . . .

Just you watch. He'll suggest that we have lunch out. That man. I can never get anything done with him around. Except vacuuming. Because he got it out for me. And before you think poorly of him, he cleans everything else in the house.