Tuesday, July 19, 2005

Jake's

We had dinner at a place called Jake's where I ate a huge crab about twice the size of those that we catch on the east coast. When I was a child, we would eat bushells of crabs from the Chesapeake Bay. It would take so long to get a miserable pittance of meat from the bloody things that you would be perpetually hungry. My parents solved the problem by swallowing gallons of beer.

Next to us were a man and a woman from Detroit who create ads for the automobile industry. Contrary to what that might suggest, they were quite charming and smelled not-at-all of sulfur. He was middle-aged and talked almost non-stop. I found him quite affable. She was in her twenties, quiet with a shaved head, and came off like an aged punk rocker. Perhaps she was getting even with society through advertising.

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