More food.

Toni and Joe must be in New York. I just got an email entitled Carnegie Deli 1:00 a.m.. That mountain in front of you is the famed open face Reuben. Leslie and I once ordered one and it took two or three sittings to vanquish the beast. Why do it? As Edmond Hillary once said, because it is there.

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I am not feeling so good after my adventures at Dave's Cable Car, might have a mild touch of food poisoning. The old constitution is listing heavily and starting to sink. Will run over to Trader Joes soon for nutribiotic and papaya enzymes. I am determined not to let the gastric rebellion interfere with my newfound satori like state. Think I will forego the fancy meal at the Iron Gate tonight and stick with the mylanta.

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As most of us codgers tend to do when we get older and want to plumb an everlasting source of conversation, I started reciting a laundry list of current ailments to friend Kerry last night. He suggested brown rice and macrobiotic. I replied something on the order of the afterlife looking pretty good if I am relegated to that sort of ghastly earthly fare. As we have noted many times, no extra points for leaving a good looking corpse.