This one's fun

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I had a vice. I mean one more on top of whatever other vices I had. I enjoyed an occasional cigar. Sometimes I’d buy them and other times I’d shoplift them from my local supermarket. I got caught and arrested. I had to call Steinberg. There was no one else. He said later he was tempted to let me stew a few days but didn’t because there was no one else to care for the dogs he’d sold me.

He bailed me out and laughed and laughed when, at his fetching me from the hoosegow, I declared with some bravado that “Crime doesn’t pay.” On the way to his driving me home to my yardful, he told me this juicily gossipy story of Pat Patrick's having been arrested for shoplifting as well. It seems young Al had been gorging on candy while shopping and neglecting to pay on the way out. I’m not sure which is the worst vice, tobacco or sugar, but if you’re caught stealing either of them, the consequence is the same: you call Arnie Steinberg to bail you out.



Any of you other criminals have foibles? Ha.

 

I admit I had to google "foibles."

 

Correction:

"It seems young Al had been gorging on candy..."

It should have read -- " It seems young Patrick had been gorging on candy..."

I lifted the story out of another bit of writing in which I had portrayed Pat Patrick as Al Alberts, hence the confusion.

A writer's foibles.

 

I could just as well have written "small embarrassments" instead. I've always liked the word "foibles," though, for the appealingly goofy sound of it. The word "scruples" has a goofy sort of sound to it too. We all of us have our foibles and scruples, of course, and where would we be without them?

 

Huh, who would of thought that HAVING these dogs would get you BAILED OUT. LMAO!

 

Yes sir, I hold them at the same high esteem as my successes. So that being said, I will not speak poorly of them

 

Wisely and cleverly put.

 

One time in band camp

 

Gardening.

 

I never use "foibles" unless I'm in a silly or ridiculous mood. Odd how words seem to have personalities of their own, some lyrical, some percussive, some downright mystical. My favorite of all is the word "insouciance," both for its sound and meaning.

A pity we lost Peter Sellers as early as we did. I'm not sure whether he played Clouseau or actually was Clouseau.

 

second that one

 

the party lol.................

 

He was always terrific, but I liked him best in Lolita.

 

right ...did not see it ....lol......

 

....the tricks one do's to fool the shop cop...when we were kids i would pick up something from the shelf and as the shop cop was watching what i was doing with the item in my hands my friend would be filling my pockets...ya would shop lift some silly things...