Les and Son, just after quitting time

Les holds amazingly still and never smiles when I take his picture,
but let him talk about riding from Houston to Crawfordsville in the boxcars,
or the sawmill in Bal Hinch, where he worked for next to nothing
through the 1930s and he'll pull a smile out of all that adversity
that will dispel any concern for the future.

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