Lobster Cantonese
Every Sunday of my youth,
for a few years, my family
had dinner at Man Fook Low,
a little Chinese restaurant
under the El in the East Bronx.
Dad’s first choice was always
Lobster Cantonese a dish
which, despite numerous
attempts to convince me, I
didn’t desire any part of. I
couldn’t accurately describe
it at the time but looking back
that silver dish in which it was
delivered contained a dead
shelled creature floating in a
bowl of hot barf. I was never
one to experiment with foods
that didn’t appear pleasing to
my senses; in fact I never tasted
a strawberry or a tomato until
I moved to California because
I didn’t like the way the seeds
were all over the place. But
that lobster dish – OMG what
a mistake I made with that –
just proves – you can’t slight
a strawberry for its seeds and
you can’t condemn a lobster
for its looks. Well, you can
but you’ll be missing out.
The Magic of Words
I needed a car desperately In
1977 my old one having lost
It’s will to go on and I found
myself at a Honda dealership
in Hollywood. The 1977 Honda
Accord was car of the year and
when I sat in it I knew beyond
any thread of doubt that somehow
someone had surreptitiously molded
this car to perfectly caress the curves
of my bodacious backside.
I had to have it, despite the fact it
was on lengthy back order and I
would have to wait several weeks
or longer to get it.
Nonetheless I ordered it and my
kind salesman actually took me
behind the dealership and taught
me to drive a standard shift.
Two weeks passed and I got a call:
my car was in but it had custom paint
and other extras which would cost
much more and if I wanted the car
I would have to pay for the extras.
I was not a fighter but I wanted that
car and something possessed me to
write to the owner of the dealership
noting that a copy was sent to “Fight
back with David Horowitz” reporting
this travesty.
Two days passed and I received a
phone call from the dealership’s
owner advising that my car, just as
I ordered it, had arrived at the
dealership that morning and was
ready for pickup, once again proof
of the magic of words.
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