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You never know until you ask

So I was walking from the Review Tower to the STA Plaza this afternoon.

Coming toward me as I crossed Lincoln was a woman I know slightly. She has a terrific smile.

She was carrying a brown paper grocery sack. It looked full.

"Whatchya got?" I asked.

"I have chard," she said.

Don't think I've ever heard that sentence uttered before.

But she stopped in the crosswalk and tipped the bag to show me. And there it was, the green leafy vegetable with blood red stalks. A lot of it.

A couple of follow-up questions came to mind. But we were standing in the middle of the street. And a "Chinatown"-like ending seemed appropriate.

Forget it, Jake. It's Thanksgiving week. 




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