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V18 N16 July 16, 2020
V18 N16
July 16, 2020
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SHOP<br />
SUMMER<br />
DRESSES<br />
at<br />
Tommy’s Folly<br />
Boutique<br />
Open Daily<br />
We are to have a birthday party,<br />
Young Albert and I. Strictly speaking,<br />
we do not share the same<br />
birthday, but Young Albert is a<br />
trusting soul, as are most dogs,<br />
unlike cats, who, despite you feeding them every<br />
day, and never once having poisoned them in<br />
many years, still insist on sniffing the food<br />
before tasting. A dog would eat a live hand grenade<br />
if one were offered, and explode with the<br />
same look of bemused loyalty and love in their<br />
eyes that they have when left alone for 10 seconds.<br />
Anyway, he loves our shared birthday. Or<br />
at least I think he does: Yorkshire Terriers have<br />
inscrutable faces — the same beady-eyed smirk<br />
when looking for a biscuit as when about to leap<br />
on one’s leg and attempt intercourse with it.<br />
Our birthday is next month. I shall not give<br />
away the date as yet, for it would inevitably lead<br />
to lines forming. I think a small and understated<br />
affair will suffice: a thousand guests, ice sculptures,<br />
nude servers and a huge vat of molten<br />
chocolate. But enough of Albert’s arrangements:<br />
I prefer something a little more ostentatious.<br />
The Old Fogey<br />
Ah, those good old Cape May days... by Jackson D’Catur<br />
In past years I have had the cream of society<br />
in attendance. I remember the year Howard<br />
Hughes attempted to land the Spruce Goose in<br />
what he assumed was a small inshore lake but<br />
was in fact a pool of champagne. How I laughed<br />
as a $10,000 bubbly tidal wave engulfed Dorothy<br />
Parker and her chattering circle.<br />
There will be party favors: I insist on a<br />
party bag of deepest velvet, to be handed out to<br />
guests at midnight, as myself and Albert stroll<br />
hand in paw around the garden in our Birthday<br />
Best Outfits (this should not be confused with<br />
our Birthday Suits). I usually favor something in<br />
midnight blue woven silk, with the entire starscape<br />
woven in with pearls and precious stones,<br />
while Albert, in part due to dogs’ inability to see<br />
in color, always opts for a scarlet cape, canary<br />
yellow jacket and little green boots.<br />
The bags sometimes contains gold<br />
dubloons, taken from the stash of Captain Kidd,<br />
sometimes individual pearls I captured from the<br />
bottom of the Indian Ocean, and very occasionally<br />
something more wicked. One year, toepopper<br />
mines from the Vietnam jungle caused a stir.<br />
Another time, powerful spring-loaded mousetraps<br />
gave a delightful Tom-and-Jerry ambience<br />
that made Young Albert laugh so much<br />
he coughed up a squeaky toy he had eaten a<br />
year before, while JFK toppled into the pool in<br />
pain and surprise, followed by a score of secret<br />
agents and a worried Marilyn Monroe.<br />
I am off now, to create invites: I have had<br />
an acre of gold foil delivered, and a truckload of<br />
calligraphers flown in from Japan.<br />
Visit us on the<br />
Washington Sreet Mall<br />
at the corner of<br />
Carpenters Lane<br />
& Perry Street<br />
tommysfollycapemay.com<br />
609.554.3957<br />
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