I was cleaning stuff up last week -- my office, the basement, some closets -- and I came across an interesting article or two. Years ago, soon after my dad died, my mother gave me a bunch of stuff that had belonged to my dad. I remember looking through a couple of the boxes at the time, breathing deeply, crying a bit, and tucking the whole shooting match away. But there was one small box of stuff... at the bottom of another box... that I never opened. Until a few days ago.
But...you'll have to tune in later to find out what I discovered. I don't have time right now. This is 'All You Can Eat Pickled Eel and Curried Goat Night' here at the Lunch Counter and I'm hellishly short-staffed, what with Llewellen's latest bout of Pink Eye (and Garcia, my illegal Mexican sous chef, down with the boogie-woogie flu).
Hint on my discovery: Dan Brown might raise an eyebrow.
8 months ago