Here's an encouraging piece on the job front from Yahoo's Odd News, edited by yours truly: the Dyer Woods Nudist Campground in Rhode Island is looking for a lifeguard. Qualified candidates must have "excellent communication skills" and the ability to "work as part of a team." A swimsuit is optional. The venue offers swimming, hiking, volleyball and a sauna. I don't imagine it will have much trouble filling the position.
A young man who drives a sporty Lexus operates a barber shop on Avenue Z just short of East 14th Street. He occasionally parks across the way in the space just past the bus stop. I laugh every time he takes a smoke break. Today was no different. When he opens the door to go back to work, the aroma of marijuana wafts through the air. As far as I know, he has yet to cut off a customer's ear.
I had another chuckle when Ira Punster passed. His gut is getting so big his pants won't stay up. He was holding them in place with one hand, smoking a Marlboro with the other. He's been in a bit of a slump lately in the comedy department. Here's an example: What was the name of the Jewish kid who failed his English class? Efrem. (Rimshot).
The scaffold again saved the day for the floating book shop. I was able to stay open despite the occasional drizzle, and able to prevent water damage to the wares once it started to pour. My thanks to the other Ira, who bought five more books in the Weird series, including one on Vegas. He also gave me a list of those he already has, and promised to buy all those he doesn't. He stores all the books he's purchased from me at his mom's, hiding them from his angry Russian wife, who's visiting her homeland at present.
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