"I hear people who were raised by permissive parents tend to be impulsive and demanding."

"Wow," I respond. "I'll bet your parents were really permissive."

There is a pause as he shovels cilantro sauce onto his tamale. "Do you know anyone else who fits that mold?" he asks me.

"No," I reply. "But should I meet anyone like that, I'll be sure to tell them you were looking for them." *

Later on I drop by my mother's house, which has been half-destroyed by her spirited pit bull puppy. I pet the dog and relate in a sing-song way what Hog has asserted.

"Do you know anyone who is impulsive and demanding?" I ask the dog. My mother laughs.

* The careful reader will note that I adapted this line from Harvey.

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"Val invited me to an anti-surge rally tomorrow," he remarks.

"All without knowing the specifics of the plan. You going?" I ask.

"Well, I was going to stay home because these political things bore me so much. But then he told me there might be girls there. I figured, 'hippie chicks, free love . . .' I might drop by."

"Right. Don't forget your sign," I tell him. "'Honk if you want to cut and run.'"

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