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I’m sorry, sir, but this card has been denied; there will be no hamburger today.
The Tender of Dreams used to stand at the end of the driveway, hands in his pockets, not saying a word, just waiting for me to call him up. He’d…
In response to my asking why my favorite burger had been taken off the dollar menu, the girl responded, “Hey, we have to eat too.”
Henry found himself traveling through Arizona in his ‘74 Pacer humming the In & Out Burger Song (Indeed, that is what a hamburger is all about) knowing that this great American delicacy is why he could never fore go beef.
My neighbor, Jerry the Evangelist, believes that I twisted my mind with the pursuit of philosophy while at university, but I see it as the time when I threw off the fetters of my Roman Catholic mind and sat outside of quaint Seattle coffee shops sipping on pungent Turkish coffees discussing politics with Jean Paul Sartre and Franz Kafka (whose insect phobia forced him indoors even on the hottest of days) until an impatient Simone du Beauvoir, vying for my attention, would smother my face between her Parisian breasts or the aroma of cheese burgers and French fries from the nearby Dick’s Drive-In reminded me I was hungry.
Age 33: when a hamburger, onion rings and a milk shake all in the same meal are no longer a good idea.
There is one thing (and only one thing) I truly miss about being a growing teenager and working hard on a farm in Southern Oregon and that is eating 6000+ calories a day without any ill effect.
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