THE MOST OBVIOUS
STUFF IN THE WORLD
Yes. That's the phrase they used to use over at the
old oatmeal factory over there in a neighboring
town. Some kind of vats and some kind of
cooking smells. I'don't know how it all worked
but they're all gone now and it's but a hole in
the ground awaiting something. I knew a guy
here, his father worked in the plant. Covered
in flour and sweet with the odor, he'd come
home in the evenings about 6:10. Some kind
of little Oldsmobile 'F-85' it was called. Yeah,
whoever came up with that one was on some
Detroit drugs for sure. My friend's father's
name went as Whitey. That seemed funny to
me; him being always covered in flour and
all. I always figured, when I grew up, to
just call him Wheatey. But then he died.
Man, how that always happened.
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