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[rootbeer1]

So qbear and I are on our way to Costco this morning when we're passed by a member of the California Highway Patrol -- a CHiP, like in the old Erik Estrada television series.

"There should be a show about a highway patrolman and his flycasting buddy," Jack said. "They could call it Fish and CHiPs."

"How about one where he's teamed up with a real socially-awkward dork?" I replied. "It'd be, CHiP and Dip."

"Or," I added, "A patrolman returns to his old home, where his dad and his grandad were also officers. It's CHiPs Off The Old Block."

"Or, they could take it to sea, and be CHiPs Ahoy," Jack said.

Shortly thereafter, we passed a billboard touting "Fresh California Milk -- look for the seal."

"I thought our milk came from cows," Jack said.

"Not here," I replied. "It's all pure California sea lion."

"Hmm, Jack said. "Sounds fishy to me."

* * *

I guess we were in that kind of mood. Last night we went to sfgarry's for a Sukkot party, celebrating the Jewish holiday of Sukkot, and the first words out of my mouth this morning to Jack were that Garry could have served corned beef, finely diced with potatoes, and seasoned in the Spanish style, with saffron.

"Why would he want to do that?" he asked.

"Because," I replied, in a lispy Sylvester the cat voice, "Then it'd be Saffron Sukkot-hash!"

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[bearfuz.livejournal.com]

This stuff makes me dizzy. I wish I lived somewhere where I could have dinner with you guys often.