A Food Story from @KDFrawg
Once upon a time in the eighties, I was sitting in the Blue Danube Restaurant in Columbus, Ohio with friends. The Danube was a hangout for masters and doctoral student, mainly, and served pretty good food and drink. We were having a little bit of both. At some point in the festivities, I noticed that my friend Edgar Lee was climbing up to stand in that little triangle of flat space that exists at the top, between booths.
Edgar had that crazed look that he got sometimes. He was short enough that he did not have to scrunch down much to stand up there. But he was not so short that people didn’t notice and in less than a minute the Danube was quiet, watching Edgar Lee stare intently at the television in the bar behind our booth. National news of some variety was doing a story on starvation in Asia or Africa.
Edgar Lee was nodding to some internal rhythm as he watched the distended bellies and the skinny legs and the flies parade across the screen. Apparently the abundance of food in the Blue Danube had gotten to him when contrasted to the total lack of food thousands of miles away. Standing on that booth triangle flat space above the totally silent bar, it was clear that Edgar Lee was going to make a pronouncement about the issue.
Sounding like the invading legions of hell, Edgar Lee finally shouted into the silent bar at the top of his lungs, “You poor stupid bastards, move to where the food is! Move to where the food is!”
Then he calmly slid back down to his seat, and finished his beef tips and noodles with a very apparent contentment.