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Dogs At The Pavlovian Speakeasy

Abbott, Su and I went to Niwanna a Japanese/Korean restaurant last night. It’s located on 33rd St. very close to Johns Hopkins University. I love sushi; someday I’ll just eat sushi and nothing else. I’m also a fool for Korean food; I like it hot, hot, hot. I wonder if I’ve burned my taste buds out, and thus they require constant stimulation. No don’t go there! That’s not what I meant.

Well just what did you mean?

No amount of nudging, begging or pleading will make me tell you. However, I have been known to accept bribes.

How about some gazpacho soup?

Okay, you’ve got me. What I really meant was if your taste buds are truly captured by the essence of a particular food, you will not be able to resist it. All resistance is futile. Do not attempt to escape mouth-watering foods. Mouth-watering? What does that really mean? We’re creating a Pavlovian speakeasy.

Pavlovian speakeasy?

Boy is that weird; you get 23 results on Google for it, but if you put quotes around it you get a big fat 0. I wonder what you would serve at the Pavlovian Speakeasy? I know you would have to serve illegal alcoholic beverages to qualify for the name speakeasy in it’s original definition. I think therefore, we should redefine the word so it will have a practical use in today’s world. How about the word bootlegger from the same era? My grandfather was a bootlegger, or so I’ve been told.

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Grandad's DogsOne of the things I remember about him was that he used to make little dogs out of chenille. He was old then, and crippled from a fall on the ice that occurred during the time when he was a used car dealer in Washington DC., after prohibition was over. He used to sell the dogs at a craft fair in Braddock Heights Maryland. There was a huge sliding board at the fair. You would climb up a long ramp to reach the top; the slide was about 12 feet wide and at least 50 feet high, and by today’s standards probably dangerous as hell. The gleaming metal was hot in the summer time.

PS Some how the Tuesday Too comment is now with the KittyKat De-Konstruction Kompany Post; I fear this is the work of Elliott.

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