The day the parade marches crisply down Broadway and pivots smartly onto Bolinas, with nary a twitch or tarry, will be the day it’s all over for Mayberry-on-Acid.
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“And we get down to the garage, and the door opens, and William Holden turns and says to me, ‘Are you coming with us?’”
Her expression is innocence verging on acquiescence, until she imperceptibly flicks the switch, unspooling, with a comedian’s timing, a dazzling repertoire of reactions.
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He never talks about sports or girls. He talks about men — dead men, electrical engineering geniuses like Nikola Tesla and Philo Farnsworth.
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It may be that I deserve daggers most of all for things Gio doesn’t know.
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I’m a rocker. Baby, I’m a rocker. And if I’m not a young rocker anymore, well, never you mind.
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I had plans. One was to get drunk. The other, to sit down at table 10 and live-blog what happens next.
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Kang leaned closer and, in a voice I won’t call a whisper because it was simply his voice, said, “I’m the only Asian here.”
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I crossed the Alps today. Except they looked like corn flakes bobbing in a bowl of milk.
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When Maria was approved and Kang was not, I ventured an improv about a Trumpland security stooge reacting to an application from North Korea.
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There are a lot of birthdays at Sorellas. They clog the tables. They strain the kitchen and servers.
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When the temperature soars in Fairfax, Roni and I have been known to ditch the vaunted camaraderie.
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Sometimes you hit a wormhole, one of those space/time tunnels that lets astronauts leap ahead.
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My shirt smells like smoke.
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No doubt about it, the Sorellas parking lot is cute. A funky folk-art replica of an Outback or Friday’s lot at 5/8 scale.
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Half the time the Kangs go off-menu, as only a matriarch and patriarch can do.
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I used to call him Julius, stone-faced dude who presides over Table 10.
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We hadn’t been on the mountain for years — so long we took a wrong turn.
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You can tell normalcy is making a comeback when the talk of the town turns to coyotes.
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He’s Dave Bergman. And you — to your eternal chagrin — are not. Simple as that.
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