Lileks examines and dissects the art of Art.
I remember a friend of my dad, had stuff like that in his garage. I remember thinking about the elastic being worn out enough to fall down like that. And just HOW MANY times did she take them off and on to wear them out like that. The innocence of youth I guess.
Now, as an adult, I wonder just how many times DID she take them off?!
Dad’s friend had two sons the age of my brother and I, we used to eat out in the garage on TV tables while watched an old B&W TV. Whenever we went there, we always had celery stalks with, PB or cream cheese on them. I still like celery done that way too. Who knew it was all so subliminal?
I may never look at celery the same again. GOOD!
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