Thursday, July 12, 2001

I recall one day at my home town cafe, up there in 1998 Interlaken ny. I had just finished a ham supper and was drinking my coffee; i love to people-watch, and here was something that i saw to be amazing.
a man had a slice of lemon pie before him, you know, that pie with the white maragne on top...

he lowered his fork and cut off one third of the pie.
fork descends-------
another bite, then fork descends...
then the third forkfull into his mouth....

all of five to eight seconds, three bites and the

---would take me about twenty minutes or more to really enjoy this pie, i wonder what lay behind the soul of this man?