That sidewalk is one place you don't want to be when an earth tremor breaks that glass enclosure.
one can buy time in such a situation by simply rolling the watermelon toward another sidewalker
Good call. Sometimes one has to sacrifice life to save life....I think that's how it goes.
exactly Jack....unless my historical knowledge fails me,it was Andrew W. Mellon who first postulated that hypothesis
Yes you're spot-on JB...Andy's middle name was Wooden as I recall. A practical man he was; never swayed by emotion.
in a good many of his early photographs,Mr Mellon, supposedly, was given to indicate the preferred direction of a proper diversionary water melon roll.....he kept his signalling on the down low,but his followers knew what was what
Most people don't realize what a significant following Andy had in society. Herbie Hancock actually created a special song in his memory..."Watermelon Man".
Had Dr Livingston been stateside at the time of the debacle,I expect that we would not be discussing Uncle`s Propeller Beanie,but rather launching watermelon seeds at it`s still spinning frenzy...
....At least I PRESUME that Doctor Livingston would`ve made short work of that malfeasance
Did you know my uncle? Are you, somehow, involved in this? How did you know about the propeller?
I can't really say that I KNEW Dejeuner Kuvakas; God rest his soul. I could never really read what his eyes were expressing; on account of his coke-bottle lenses. His lisp and chronic stutter belied his eccentric intelligence. I first met him one rainy October day years ago, downtown outside the furniture store window. He was giggling; watching Inspector Gadget on the display TV and writing furiously in his notebook. His clothing seemed somewhat at odds with the popular style; propeller beanie, Jimmy Hendrix T-shirt, grey flannel private school shorts pulled up to his rib cage by Happy Face suspenders, sport socks and, eerily, alligator shoes. Although I didn't think much of it at the time, it now seems almost an omen that he held in his hand a slice of watermelon. He introduced himself and offered me a bite as he spat out a volley of seeds; saying how he ate watermelons year round. He said it was the colors of the melon that drew him to them as much as the taste. When I commented that was a little strange, he said "Mithter, if you think thith ith sthrange, I have a nephew in Virginia who hath a fleet of model cars done the thame colorths".
Hey that's great, I love Florida. I have no worries with gators there because I'm gonna go to Dennis Mong's house. He fights them barehanded just for fun!
