george , still a few years from his personal finish-line ( two cans of beer and then the pistol in the mouth , jammed way up in back past the soft palate , not taking any chances , when a cop decides to do it he or she almost always gets it right ) , stood at the roll-up door as they all did from time to time , adopting the stance they all seemed to adopt , kind of loose and spraddle-legged like a sidewalk superintendent at a city building site , hands on hips ( pose a ) or crossed on the chest ( pose b ) or cupped to the sides of the face if the day was especially bright ( pose c ) .