"Good taste is the death of art." Truman Capote

"Good taste is the death of art."  Truman Capote
Check in at The Cirrhosis Motel with your host, freelance literary loiterer and epicure, Dennis McBride

photo by John Hogl

Monday, June 25, 2007

War and Peace

“My cat went into the bedroom when I wasn’t looking, knocked the bird cage over
and ate the bird. He dragged it out to the living room and ate everything but the head
and wings. I had to get a replacement bird before Kevin got home from school so
I put it in the trunk of the car and drove down to the pet store. I was in a hurry but
I remembered it had to be turquoise on the chest, and when I got there all the turquoise
ones had yellow heads but I couldn’t remember if his head had been yellow. Then I
remembered that his head was in the trunk so I went out and, sure enough, it was
yellow. So I went back in the store and bought one of the birds with a yellow head
and got home in time to put it in the cage in Kevin’s room. He didn’t notice. Sometimes love is like that. I keep trying to remember to put the old bird’s head in the garbage but I keep forgetting. You know how that is.”

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