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Helmut and Yoyo

In Mancelona, homeward bound on a bike ride, my brother insisted on stopping by the Goodwill store, which back in the day was a laundromat owned by my friend Norman's dad. It's still a laundromat, with WIFI, no less. Anyway, Steevo has record collectors disease: whenever he sees a Goodwill or a yard sale or whatever, he's got to stop and check for gold hidden amid the dusty vinyl. So, biding my time, I see this television set, no price tag. I ask the lady how much. She doesn't know; she looks at it and, after a pause, says fifteen dollars. I'll take it. I come back later with the car to pick it up.

Some time ago, I bought myself a VCR/DVD player. El más cheapo, you know, for my lair. But I had no TV set. (BTW, I can now play, in the comfort of my lair, those Ray Charles and Beatles DVDs that Jim Dandy sent me.) So, I'm thinkin' I'll use my new set-up to watch music documentaries and films in Spanish and French ... stuff the family doesn't go for and that wouldn't fly in the living room (they don't even want to watch the Beatles documentaries).

This afternoon I went to the library to scout out what they had. I picked up Claude Chabrol's "Le Boucher," which I may start watching tonight, if I can tear myself away from the novel I've been reading. But while browsing, I noticed "Night on Earth," which brought to mind this unforgettable scene.

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