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mawrter and I had a plan way back in 2001 to give our friend N a series of Where's Waldo?-style photos, in which she would have to find us in large NYC crowds. We decided to wear brightly colored feather boas and Groucho Marx glasses and take turns skulking in crowded areas while the other stood somewhere elevated and snapped pictures. In an attempt to sass up Groucho for this project, I removed the eyebrows and nose from a pair and tried to glue them to a pair of rhinestone-studded cat-eye sunglasses instead.
Alas, I used substandard glue and the nose wouldn't stay put. Then September 11 happened, and suspicious behavior and photography in crowded touristy areas became a no-no. Where's Groucho? never came to fruition. I abandoned the glasses on my living room bookshelf.
But Groucho Marx lives on; I just walked in on my cats engaged in furious combat over a disembodied, moustachioed nose.