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Show fOBBRUMFIELD A o lf A Trained But Blurry Eye V Sweat Hog Contest. Probably trying try-ing to hustle one of the Robert Hall guys for a free four-way at the Skyline Sky-line Chill Parlor. Made me glad I'd forgotten my glasses. Nothing much to observe on Seventh Sev-enth Street between Vine and Race except a kid with a red balloon. I think he had a red balloon. He might have been strangling his little brother. No big deal, either way. But rounding the corner on Race Street, things began to happen. Now, the untrained observer probably prob-ably would have passed the Willis Music store without noticing it, but there was Yamaha piano in the window. Are you ready for a Yamaha Yam-aha piano? I thought they just made motorcycles. You got to hand it to those Japanese. One minute they're . hiding in the tops of palm trees and next thing you know they're making pianos. Too much. Guess what music was on the piano. On a Yamaha piao; n expect to find sheet music fc-jj thing like "Dance ol Hi : Plum Samurai," right? Ma)fe)c "Moon Over Mitsubishi." S:-q on the old music rack but Ve kowsky's (never mind lookrj I spelled it right) Op. 23-ic certo No. 1 in B-flat Mini' weird Polish music on; ' ese piano. Anyway, I figured I wast : to run across anything te I that, so I popped into Bin- " licatessen, bought myself green peach and high-tailed to the office. Yes, there's lot of life c on the streets of the Queer but you have to keep jc. ( peeled. It's also wise to pe r peaches from Birdie's. They're fuzzier than mysfg Reprinted ''' Cincinnati fnc 1i It's surprising how much most people miss by not being observant. Life is going on all around them, and they just don't see it. Take today, for instance. I was sitting at my desk, mentally complaining com-plaining to myself that nothing ever happens that is fit to write about. Suddenly, however, it dawned on me that if anything did happen, I wouldn't know about it. You've got to get out of the of fice, I said to myself. Get out there on the streets, where it's at, man. Join the mainstream of humanity. Breathe the heady vibrancy of life going on around you, I continued. So, carefully picking my way through the mine field the editors had sown around my desk in the naive hope of keeping me from skipping out of the office early, I cut my way through the barbed-wire barbed-wire barricade, eluded the Dober-mans Dober-mans and, disguished as a simple peasant lad, slipped unnoticed into the elevator. The first thing my trained observer's ob-server's eyes noticed when I reached reach-ed street level was that I had forgotten for-gotten my glasses. Bad show! Hard to observe much without my trusty specs. Still, better to sample even a small, blurred portion of what freedom had to offer than see clearly clear-ly the terrible nothingness of my imprisonment. The first interesting thing I noticed no-ticed was some dude wearing the fruitiest looking pair of white shoes I ever saw. I felt like walking up to him and saying, "Shoes, where'd you get that boy?" Man, I just can't handle white shoes. Maybe on an intern or a Good Humor man, but shame on white shoes with a business busi-ness suit. Very bad news. Next thing I saw was a covey of guys wearing some kind of identification identifi-cation tags. I couldn't read the tags, but from the looks of the Johns wearing them there must have been a Robert Hall model's reunion going on in town. Following close behind was a woman wearing a badge with a big ed nbbon attached. Either she J Just won honorable mention in the' larns and jellies division, or sit WaS le,t over torn the last Miss |