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MORE CONDI al SALAAM: THE FERRAGAMO AFFAIR WITH THE SHOES when New Orleans was drowning may have been the start of the change in me.  Kissinger says to me, “What we should care about New Orleans? With only brown people--?”  Then he realized he was sitting across from a “brown people.”  I could feel the matzoh ball from my soup sticking in my throat.

I remember Scowcroft looking at me in his odd owl like way as the soup spilled over my lips.  Neither of those tight ass white boys knew I was turning blue.  They must have thought I was mystified by their white wisdom right there in the Carnegie Deli.

I saw the white light and for the first time Allah.  Next thing I know Kissinger is telling me he gave me the Heimlich maneuver.  His  little K was pressing against my back.  He had his arms around me still. For what?  I look at Scowcroft holding his eye. That matzoh ball came flying out of my mouth and hit him good. (page 4)

Comments

[Lauren]

"little K"

Oh, I adore thee.

[Peter Parker]

...sigh, white wisdom. It's got me through the tough times.

Also, I would imagine being that close to Kissinger, the smell of death/old person would be suffocating. Mostly the smell of death, but I bet he smells like mothballs and bengay too.