Z. Corwin at 350° for One Hour

 

With just a pinch of attention and a dash of whimsy, I cooked up a scheme that was going to get me through this life unscathed.  Early in my youth the military whisked me away to some foreign country and left me there to rise on my own.

 

Not having much of a taste for authority, however, I separated, not unlike an egg.  With very little dough I made my way to California.  It was in the warmth of the Sun that I grew and became well seasoned.  That, of course, was many years ago, for these rememberings are upon my mental 3 X 5 card, while I, in person, am far from the fire and continue to age quietly on the veranda.

 

A splash of wine, a slice of wonderful cheese upon fresh, warm baked bread - I and the Sun set.

 

No recipe for success here.  I have simply come and gone and nothing more.

 

In the group photo of life, I am the elbow at the far margin, usually unnoticed, mostly undone and completely unscathed.