SOS Gab & Eti 1.25

Realizing that there are opportunities to profit from people passing
through the entry to their house Gab & Eti recently invited me to go
with them to the Dunkin Donuts Fourth Annual Forum on Cultural Foyerism.
Eti, with Gab’s insistence, was catering the event.

Whenever anyone, especially someone with class or spare change, moves in
or out of the formal area of your house you should direct him or her
through the foyer, and not to use the back door.

The Congressman from Bullamanka spoke as the keynote luncheon
entertainer on the topic of… we are not quite sure what he was talking
about. He was quite animated and waved his hands a lot and kept pointing
to some guy over in the corner who would stand up, smile, and wave back
every few minutes. The best guess is that the Congressman’s topic was on
his whereabouts -- focusing on his uncertainty as to where he was about,
had been, is going, and is now, thus the obsessive pointing around the
room. Laughing, he wanted us all to be rested assured, while picking
through our salmon filet and chived taters, that we were considered one
with his family, at least, we could assume as long as we might be
eligible voters, despite his not appearing too sure about that either.
It was an admirable case of political dislocation and revealed the
vulnerability of a career politician, hit him where the votes count.
Build a constituency and then invite the politician to stand up in front
of the crowd at lunch. Let him spout off and babble on for twenty
minutes, and make doubly sure he gets to see your collection of assorted
eyeballs, chins, hair and lips. It was much an improvement over C-Span.
The kind Congressman from Bullamanka never once mentioned his foyer but
did seem to indicate that he had attended previous events catered by
Etidorpha Orgrease.

Before the winded speechifying, which made me feel quaintly down-home, I
had been standing in the chow line with the guy over in the corner and
had to point out to him that the gray limp matter in his salad, as he
dished it out, was wet paper. Upon inspection we both quickly concurred
that it was not either a garden slug, Eti’s Own, or badly wilted Romaine
lettuce, but a facsimile of a newspaper published on February 25, 1942,
Eti’s birthday, making her a Pisces and the older of the two siblings.

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][<en Follett
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