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She is telling me about an experience she had during a meeting on Tuesday in an office on Howard Street.  I am looking at her intently.  Listening.  I remember a similar incident that happened to me the week before.  But that was on Mission Street.  Or was it Folsom?  I also suddenly remember I forgot to water the plants before leaving home this morning.  Finally, I get to tell about my story about my thing on Mission Street, or Folsom.

He is unfolding a story about a friend in Salt Lake City.  I have lots of friends in Salt Lake City, and I’m thinking about how much like his friend one of mine is. Only different.  I am looking at him intently.  He has a spot on his shirt.  Grape jelly? Minestrone?

Finally, I get to tell about my friend in Salt Lake City, who used to be a good Mormon, but now and then has a beer after dinner.   Maybe it’s Quince preserve.