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      ------------------------------------ There was a large painting of Evel Knievel shaking hands with Richard Nixon. It hung in the Mayors office. Late one evening after everyone went home. I took it down to the lab. I zoomed in on Evel’s left eye a 100x and enhanced it. It was an address. I went to the address. It was a modest, 1970’s style, split level ranch home in the suburbs.

      ----------------------------------- Inside I found a dead parrot lying on a waterbed. I revived the parrot with some saltines and adrenaline. We became good friends. The parrots name was Randy. One night a few years later while Randy and me played Gin Rummy, he sang me a song about a fire. The title of this blog was never mentioned but I sensed it, and Randy confirmed it by giving me ‘THE LOOK’.

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          • September 14, 2010 10:00 am
            I went to the Williamsburg Ballet. They were doing a grunge version of Swan Lake replete with plaid covered cod pieces and mops of multi-colored hair. We were given parliament lights and encouraged not to clap, so we just milled around and bitched for next 200 years.

            I went to the Williamsburg Ballet. They were doing a grunge version of Swan Lake replete with plaid covered cod pieces and mops of multi-colored hair. We were given parliament lights and encouraged not to clap, so we just milled around and bitched for next 200 years.

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