Open
I take a five minute walk to buy wine. I pass a guy walking his dog in 99 degree heat. For some reason - something in that sight - brings to mind a beautiful Asian reporter at the Newshour. She wears expensive clothes and walks in a determined clip. We stand next to each on line in the station cafereria. She is served mysterey meat, potatoes and string beans. I say to her - I always wondered if those were real or instant. She scoops a spoonful of potato and says "open." I taste it and say, real . She nods and says now we know . I walk into the wine store and when I take out my wallet to pay, I notice one of my two credit cards is missing. As I cross the street, I wonder if I lost it when from behind me ... sir, sir. A guy from the store waves a my card , I say to him, the best, the best. I go home and find the other card in a pair of shorts in the laundry. fascinating, huh?