Dancing Man 504

"The Dancing Man is fit," Jeremy says. "Oh lord, he is fit. There is not one ounce of fat on that body."


And that is certainly an accomplishment in this city of fried shrimp and French bread and gumbo made with roux. My mom thinks it's a sin to be fit. "You look too thin," she says. She has always called me her Cambodian refugee. We cannot expect seniors to be P.C. That is just too much to ask.


I'm drunk when I say to Jeremy: "That man is too thin." Baby," he slurs back. "No such thing as too thin or too rich."