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September 26, 2015

Granted, if they get rid of the gum,

I’ll miss the opportunity to keep up on the innovations of the Chemical Flavor Industrial Complex, which comes up with things like Kiwi-Sriracha Sherbet, and sells you 10 sticks wrapped in premium foil shaved from the hulls of Gulfstream jets. Lileks

Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 26, 2015 3:57 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I was out running errands, standing in the line at Walmart for meds. Behind me comes this guy, looked like he was on a Polack bowling team.

Mid-forties, wouldn't know matching colors if they bit him in the butt.

"Whassatcha got?" He asks, pointing to the cafe curtain rod I'm holding.

I spoke not a word, showed him.

"Oh" he sez, "thought it was one a them canes. My buddy has one with four feet".

"Yes, when we get older we lose equilibrium." I said (my mistake).

"Oh" he sez, "I lost my equilibrium when I had that aneurism, back in '97."

"You're lucky to be alive" sez I.

"I dunno, I'm waiting for them to come get me. Y'know, go up into space".

"I'm five foot ten." I said with finality, "you won't need any money up there."

He nodded sagely and I saw behind his eyes he'll be chewing on that for a while.

The art of conversation, one of my strong suits.

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