addendum to: Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s influence on: “the Annex at Lincoln Park”

at the far left of the plane, a young couple

seems to be entering the "Clambake Pavilion."

it’s yet another man dressed in another grey suit.

his woman wears a shimmering green dress,

and seen from behind, she appears to be walking

with assurance that her man knows the way.

but her man is looking uncomfortably to his right, toward where

the clambake is being prepared by a sweltering staff.

It seems to this observer, that the man in yet another grey suit,

now realizes they need tickets for the clambake.

he’s leading his woman toward the wrong approach.

they’ll never get their clambake from this direction!

the tilt of his head and his expression is, how do you say: palpable.

he’s the breadwinner.

he’s the decision-maker.

he’s the one relied upon to adjust the cranky

television’s wayward vertical control.

his woman leans on his direction. It’s 1952, for chrissakes!

his dilemma: 

he’s too close to the "Clambake Pavilion" to steer a slow right turn,

implying to his woman he's been on the correct path all along.

"just follow me, sweetiepuss."

a hard right turn is an undeniable admission of his incompetence.

question:

what do you think this man should do?

1. blame the woman.

“damn you, honey! I told you! It’s THAT way over THERE”!

2. trip her to the pavement skinning her knee.

(she’ll need immediate medical attention)

3. make a hard right anyway and live under the shadow

of weakness sure to follow him for the rest of his life.

4. bop her on the head with a bag of discarded quahog shells,

and dump her body in the woods behind the “Pitch n’ Putt.”