31 May 2007


Flying Fish.

Eric and Anne.

A half dozen oysters and a half dozen chicken livers with fries, hush puppies and a side of pickled green tomatoes. A flat Diet Dr. Pepper. A squeeze of lemon didn't help.

Now, I have a slight case of indigestion. But that could just as easily be from listing the Grand Prix for sale this morning. This will be the first of several listings, I'm sure.

Let the silly questions begin. "Will you bring it to me so I can look at it?" "Will you take lay-away?" (I actually had two different callers ask these questions when I was selling my 1985 Parisienne).

Hmmm... I need a Gaviscon.

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