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.
the wind
4 years ago
2 comments:
I don't know who Dan Brown is, but my guess is that the box contained a spicy powder.
Hey, GB.
Regarding Dan Brown: you're not missing anything. The man parlayed literary doofusism (and a healthy smidgen of plagiarism) into a billion dollar bank account.
Nope. The box did not contain spicy powder. But here's a hint: Dan Brown is... not on the level.
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