Did he really say that?

The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = GEORGE CARLIN...Stained glass, engraved glass, frosted glass–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES...Music is the mathematics of the gods = PYTHAGORAS...Nothing is more fluid than language = R.L.SWIHART

Thursday, November 22, 2012

ThankSWAYing History #'s 49 & 391



A brand new and mysteriously attractive condominium neighbor pleasantly shocked me by accepting an invitation to a ThankSWAYING Dinner.
She introduced herself as "Gala, but you can call me Gail."


She can be seen admiring the vertical tablecloth which she expertly tapestried to my living room wall.
Her "deceased but gravity-defying husband, Salvador," magically baked a chocolate violin with a sculpted piano water bowl.

"Gail, this desert is utterly delicious."
""To be utterly exact, it is DALIcious."
"And my wish is to welcome you to the Casa Del Mar Condo Complex."
"My new complex, I can do. But I must limit my time with you."
"Are you saying–as we are ThankSWAYing–that you are not staying?"

She pointed to the living room wall.
"The tall tablecloth is The Red Orchestra. They have performed for you most absurdulously but I must return their tapestry before the next hour assumes power!"
"What happens after that hour?"
"I become forty-nine cauliflowers."
"I know that you and your husband worship cauliflower but why forty-nine?"
"I will leave you with a pistachio paperclip from a memory of what happened forty-nine years ago today."
"Thank you for giving this to me, Gail."
"Goodbye & good everything, Paul."





Then she and the red orchestra–and this JFK vision–were gone.
For the "pistachio" souvenir I am eternally grateful.
I also thank the paperclip for proving my sanity hasn't evaporated.
I would never have eat such a thing
I need it to clip together these surrealistic moments.







Blogger's Notes
John Fitzgerald Kennedy (5/29/17-11/22/63)
Gala Dali (1894-1982)
Thanksgiving (1621-eternity)


"The chocolate violin was played by a vanilla violinist."
-Salvador Dali

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