Pete's Breakfast House

[jporter]

s ~ Z, ignoring his cholesterol again:

 The waitress swivels GR to face her asking the dreaded question, “What
>’s this about?” I mutter something about people still trying to figure
>that out as she follows with, “The end of the world?” (Perhaps...) I tell
>her about the Pulitzer fiasco, and while slapping my check on the counter
>she declares she’s going to have to pick up a copy. Sans dustcover I’ll bet.

Could have been an incarnation of my long lost college love, Melinda, but
then, you were not in Warwez, and this is Xmas not Easter.

jody