On the Road Again (cont'd)

Umberto Eco could get
colored pictures in his book
but I don't think that I should
count on it. On the other hand,
I have them, on the Internet.
As David Cole says, you should
count yourself damned lucky to get your hands
on a book by Jack Saunders, whatever form
you have to take it in. Have you had it in
an olive, the oral polio vaccine? The good news is
you don't have polio. The bad news is you have
simian immunovirus (SIV).

What do you think about
the missing Alabama high school student
in Aruba. White girl like the big bamboo.
What do those people think they're playing at,
shaking their asses in front of Third World men.
Those people? You? Dem. The 10% that didn't get
the word. It's a violent world out there, Missy.
That's gross.
That's disgusting.
That's chauvinistic.

A smash bestseller in Germany is
the Hard Times Cookbook, with recipes for
things like stale bread and ditch weeds.
As Balder says, "Granny, tell me about the depression,
weren't no such thing, we always lived that way."
Grits and grunts. Hoecake and tomato gravy.
Baked red snapper with crabmeat dressing.

I made French toast
with leftover French bread
and yard eggs. Register's
smoked sausage. Brenda ate out
with the girls from Overeaters Anonymous.
At Rodeo's, a seafood joint on Tyndall Parkway.
Nothing like some dietetic fried fish and French fried
potatoes. Not that it's up to me
to take anybody else's inventory.