“Good morning Jay,” Carl greeted as I sat down at our usual table by the front plate glass window in the Cyber-Café with my porcelain, not China (but made in China) or stoneware Codger Collectible Mug™ filled precariously full of organically & shade-grown, fair trade, Guatemalan-Roast coffee, “I hear you’ve been running around with that new camera of yours shooting things.”
“Why yes,” I answered, “yes I have.”
“Do you have that dangerous weapon with you?” Harold asked, and then continued, “I hope you’ll leave it in its case, ‘cause the sign on the door says ‘No Weapons Allowed’.”
“It’s new,” Medford, as usual stirring cream & sugar pollutants into his coffee said, “he doesn’t want to take your pictures.”
“Are you suggesting,” Fred asked, looking up from his ever-present Pioneer Press newspaper, “that we are not worthy of being photographed?”
“Nope, not at all,” Medford replied with a wide smile, “you coots a just flat too ugly, and would terrorize our Gentle Readers.”
“Not only that,” I added, “it might actually break my new camera to so much as point it in your direction!”
“OK then,” Carl said, “now that you’ve established that you don’t want to share our god-like handsomeness with our Gentle Readers, do you have any photos to share?”
“Take a peek.”
“And COMMENT!”
Jay, Medford & the Codgers
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