MAYDAY    Celebration ! ! !
     Proletarians  parade through Red Square  to honor a great Leader  and celebrate the  “Good Old Days”.
Patriotic communists lead demonstrations to continue the improvements  achieved in Russia’s  89 regions  after capitalism was abolished.  Fellow travelers  leave the comfort and freedom of their homes  to liberate America’s  exploited workers.  These Immigrants  courageously enter the United States  to sacrifice themselves as  low-paid  and oppressed workers,  and organize demonstrations  to liberate  those of us  who are trapped  in tyranny.
     Cole Porter  may be the inspiration for the renewed manifesto  of Ronald Reagan:  tear down this wall!
     “California is going to be a Hispanic state,”
Mario Obledo  has proclaimed,  “and anyone who doesn’t like it  should leave.  They should go back to Europe.”
     Harry Reed  used to host a Mayday Goat Roast.  Everyone was invited to bring food  and enjoy the American version of the worker’s paradise.  Harry pasted hair to his feet,  played the flute and enjoyed portraying Pan,  the god of woods and pastures  (and panic).
     Bird Flew  &  Sole Food
Food!  is my  Prior “IT ”—  and Knowledge is power.
Information Technology helps me find Good Grub:
McDonald’s restaurant,  had this encrypted missive of  misology— on the sign  located at the draw bridge  to Madeira Beach.
On Saddy  I read these words:
“ $1 DOUBLE
VISA  $1 McCHICKEN”
The sine was the same on Sundae,  when I went out to the  “FISHY” book store:  Books To The Ceiling  (in front of Madeira Beach public library).  Sunday evening  I confirmed the unusual advertisement  for the  DOUBLE  McCHICKEN,  priced at a dollar,  and walked inside  to buy one for supper!  Next to the entrance door  was this poster:
“Dollar  m  Menu  $1  Double Cheeseburger.”
When  I tried to buy the advertised:
“ $1 DOUBLE
VISA  $1 McCHICKEN,”
Consternation  constrained Ronald’s machinators  into flat-footed apoplectics!  After laborious lucubration  and elaborate elucidation,  the consensus among the condescending concierges  consisted of:  Elided elements of expressed Elocution on the sign.
I bough  and devoured the implied cheeseburger,  considering this to be  food for thought,  and Clairvoyance.
Then  I quoted by rote -  the obliquity and obstruction of acuity that the Reverend Charles Dodgson expressed as afflatus from the  Egg-ceptional Humpty Dumpty:
     “So here’s a question for you.  How old  did you say you were?”
     Alice made a short calculation,  and said  “Seven years  and six months.”
     “Wrong!”  Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly.  “You never said a word like it.”
     “I thought you meant  ‘How old are you?’ ” Alice explained.
     “If I’d meant that,  I’d have said it,”  said Humpty Dumpty.
     Alice didn’t want to begin another argument,  so she said nothing.
     “There’s glory for you!”
     “I don’t know what you mean by ‘glory,’ ”  Alice said.
     Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously.  “Of course you don’t— till I tell you.  I meant  ‘there’s a nice knock-down argument for you!’ ”
     “But  ‘glory’  doesn’t mean a  ‘nice knock-down argument,’ ”  Alice objected.
     “When I use a word,”  Humpty Dumpty said,  in rather a scornful tone,  it means just what I choose it to mean— neither more  nor less.”
     “The question is,”  said Alice,  “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”
     “The question is,”  said Humpty Dumpty.  “which is to be master— that’s all.”
F-od Place  at St. Pete Collage  is exiting!
“    man Room -     alian F  od ”   the altered sine red.
“Roman Room -  Italian Food ”
was Uncle Andy’s sign  on the sports bar  next door to  “Sam & Andy’s Restaurant;”  before students at U-10
removed the letters.
Lunch special  the other day  was  “Jerk Chicken”.
The name of this delicious item mystified me?  Then I learned that Steve Martin is the Chief Chef  (movie:  “The Jerk”).
Another gentleman who works there,  observed that Steve  is very popular.  I said:  “Your family tree  hirsutes you—  you could be  just as poplar if your hair were longer! ”  But,  frivolously:  The food is tasty and the people are friendly.
     Central Pizza,  6405 Central Avenue,  St. Petersburg, Florida,  is a consistent favorite place to eat.  I have enjoyed the food for thirty years.  My favorite is the  Foot-Long Tuna Sub  (heated in the Blodgett oven).  Take-out food is available from both places,  and Central Pizza will go the extra mile  to deliver.  You won’t get taken to the cleaners at the laundromat,  and you can gambol with the money you save,  to  M & S Mart  to buy Lottery tickets.
     Break a Fast -  at  Doe ◊ Doe’s Diner,  9395 Bay Pines Boulevard.  Everyone who works there is trim and athletic,
so the food is healthy.  A great family restaurant!
Prior IT -  Bombing Bluejay hits the target:
They  “May Be Able to Learn Grammar”,  but not the necessary semantics (we hope!).  The bluejay (and friend) was in the tree above the picnic table in War Veterans’ Memorial Park at Bay Pines.  I was surprised by the white splot on the magazine in my hand.  The table was clean.  Where did the white paste come from?  I wiped it off in the grass,  and decided to lay down on the (clean) picnic table.  I lay the magazine on my chest and closed my eyes.  When I heard something drop from the tree:  “Splat!”.
     I looked up  and saw the bluejay flutter away.
You guessed it!  The smart-ass bird  had bombed me.  Another (small) white splotch  had hit the magazine.  The bluejay repeated this  two more times;  missed me  and hit the seat bench,  and then I threw a pine cone  to chase it away.  The table was clean  when I got there,  so it was not a habit  for the bird to mess the table.  The obnoxious bird  had learned to entertain itself (and friend).
     Yes,  Food for the Sole!  The “Greater Good ” is achieved when  “Good ” Food is available to me.  Though I am academically illegitimate in culinary arts  (“F ” B4 arts,  after meals),  I enjoyed the  “Doggie Bag”  newspaper column  by Jim Dykes.
     The best revue of local eating places  was his critique of the Knox County Work House.  Recent classified information disclosures  by a CIA agent are similar,  except for the Pulitzer Prize.  Breaking news about breaking wind was not a big deal then.  Jim’s description of mouth watering food,  vegables and deserts which were grown on the county farm  with convict labor,  did not attract the multitudes of migrant workers  that we see today.  No wonder the CIA is fried  about Mary O. McCarthy  spilling the beans.  But the food was so delicious,  served steaming hot  in abundant quantities,  that those serving 11 - 29  became quite corpulent.  One ambitious inmate (giving something back to society),  was unable to wear any available civilian clothing,  to return to civilian life.  He emerged wearing a tarpaulin.
Jim Dykes was too early to become the  ‘Deep Throat’ of his time,  but he was a resourceful reporter.
Another food review  began with the infamous remark by  U.S. Sen. Roman Hruska:  that Mediocrity has its place,  and its place is located at— [ address of restaurant ].
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