LIKE A HEAD SHOT
TO THE WOUNDED
Dagwood Bumstead. Had a sandwich named
after himself! Used to be anyway. You could
walk into that corner place in Newark, out
behind Broad Street, maybe Clinton or
something it was called. This was back in
the 1980's. Just step up and ask for a Dagwood,
and sure as hell you'd get something that looked
like one. Could'a been one. We'd sit there, and
eating with all the black people sitting around
us, it was pretty cool; the light would play at
the corner, bent some from the inside windows.
A Minister and same fat lady, if it was Saturday,
most often they'd come in too, about 4 pm. I
can't remember what they ordered, but it was
mostly the same and always had two sodas.
Each. That was weird. The waters of Babylon,
but with bubbles and fizz.
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