| I once dreamt I was at a sidewalk bistro sitting around a table with the Three Stooges. They were old men, Larry, Curly & Moe, their hair combed back normally, dressed comfortably in their natural dignity. Cumulus castles towered above us in the air mild and soothing, and although we sat at street level, there was a distinct sense of elevation. We quietly sipped our demitasse gazing out at the great expanse of boulevard before us and its genteel folk on promenade. There were no wisecracks being tossed about, only polite nods and pleasant observations. I didn't miss the eye gouges and face slaps, the agonizing predicaments and frenetic retreats. No, it was time to relax and simply enjoy each other's company. We were just glad to be there and thrilled to see all the new faces. |
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