Army Dujuor

Oh wait.

Is Putin puling some of his troops and Billion dollar weaponry away from the Ukranian border?

As I did sixty years ago, when playing war with my friend Cliff. Our troops were a mere few inches high, khaki color of course, and featured soldiers in various forms of fight. Putin’s soldiers are more lifelike and his weapons are a bit more lethal than those small bazookas and M1 rifles encased in khaki colored plastic on the shoulders of my two dozen or so soldiers.

There were a few mine sweepers among my Army men. As a kid growing up in Long Beach, Long Island I had become accustomed on occasion to see elderly men crisscross the beautiful beach with, what in my eyes appeared to be similar to that tool of war.

Rarely did I ever see one of those beach mine sweepers uncover much. A few coins here and there, maybe a wedding ring. I would always be on the lookout for a beach mine sweeper to see if maybe one day he would find a Bulova watch. That would be cool. I once engaged with a beach mine sweeper on a bright sunny day, as I worked hard to dig my way to China, he told me had heard a kid, a big kid, did it about four years before.

The sweeper man said the kid worked on it most of the summer, except for the three big holiday weekends. The city said they needed the beach space to handle the crowds that would pour onto the barrier island beach on those days.

He heard the kid pushed through the ground in the middle of a park just outside Peking, like the duck, which is now Beijing, where they host an Olympics where they let their allies’ skaters skate with impunity. He pulled himself out of the hole he had dug for himself. Took a short walk and found a food truck nearby. He waited patiently on line, no, not online like being on the internet. Literally on line to get some food, before he slid back to Long Beach.

“Four fortune cookies please.” “Four what?” “Fortune Cookies. Four fortune cookies please.” “We don’t have and we don’t make fortune cookies. Try any Chinese restaurant in San Francisco, that’s where they make them. Not Peking.”

Oh wait.

Nowadays, it would be an Asian restaurant. Back when I was digging to China, there was only Chinese restaurants. Then some time in my early adulthood, Japanese restaurants stormed our shores like the Nippon air force attacked Pearl Harbor.

And now the two factions have joined forces to offer a “mixed menu” from both countries, Asian Cuisine, to appeal to all palates, especially those who cannot and will not eat sushi.

“Let them eat egg rolls”!

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