I have a vague recollection of being on a water slide, though I don't know where, but I do remember
the water was cloudy and it caught fire, burning my toes. Also, there was some large kid sliding
next to me and he smelled like Oreo cookies. That makes me think about the cookie shelf in the
grocery store, where all the cookie boxes stood next to one another and spiders crawled out of
them. But I don't remember which grocery store.
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Though I never served my country in the military I must have served some country in the military
because I can clearly see my uniform, brown and wrinkled and spotted with blood. It could have been
connected to the Hong Kong experience and the chopsticks, right?
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I remember an aunt with a moustache, a red wagon someone was pulling with their teeth, a lizard
with a tuxedo, a cowboy with smoke coming out of his ears, a woman wearing an accordion, an
accordion hitting a woman, a man warpaint on his toes, the Brooklyn Bridge being delivered to my
grandfather's house, a museum where the Monet paintings dripped olive oil, a Catholic priest
kneeling in a vat of oatmeal, six Oriental refugees singing a song in perfect harmony, which could
have been connected to the Hong Kong experience and the chopsticks, right?
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Now I am wondering if I will remember writing this blog. Wait, didn't it have something to do with
Hong Kong and chopsticks?
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Frank Cotolo can be found hosting the talk and interview programme Cotolo Chronicles. You
can send him an e-mail at this address: frank@148.ca.
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