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November 18, 2005

She Said

Over heard conversation number,… I forget. Home Town buffet

Truth is all

Or

A New Breed Of Cat

She, while giggling and talking and talking and giggling and on and on inadvertently revealed that she had just “had sex with some guy and he said”….

“Uhhhh”…and realizing what this stream of consciousness had just done sat slack jawed.

He, the Boy Friend, got up and sat at the other side of the table.

Stammering for a second she recovered and said “Oh honey I would never cheat on you. If I did I would tell you.”

Cold silence from him.

And desperately seeking something, she suddenly said: “well, you remember when I cheated on George?” “I told him”. “That’s just the kind of person I am.”

I was as startled as “ol” Fred there must have been. It was also pretty amazing that she would sit in a restaurant and say all this in a voice that could be heard for thirty feet. I may have said this before, but I miss the hypocrisy and good taste of the nineteen fifty’s.

November 13, 2005

In My Room

I have a couple of strings of Christmas lights stapled up around the ceiling of my room. they make a different night lite. I find then remarkably beautiful. The staples holding them are not. Blatantly obvious Denoyer Gepperat World History maps (remember High School?) are thumb tacked to my walls below the lights. And thumb tacked to the map are three ears of “variously colored Indian Corn” grown by my own hands. Over by the closet is an old “pepper box” revolver suspended from a pink satin ribbon which is looped through its trigger guard. I even like its juxtaposition with the wolf and muskrat, “Oneida Stainless Steel” humane killing traps which hang next to it. Context is king but contrast is excellent. This is a mans room. Ok it’s a disorganized mans room with books scattered all over but nevertheless any real man secretly wishes he was manly enough that his wife would let him do this. I laugh. After all, when the kids move out what were you going to use that spare bedroom for anyway.