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05/17/2007

A Misunderstanding, and the Dude Abides

I’m walking my white standard poodle Zsa Zsa at the disk golf course on 13th Street, near the Highway Patrol station. Without knowing it I’m on the radar of a Christian missionary dude who zones in on me like a deer fly on wet skin.

He hands me a small card that states some truism about life, and asks me if I know who said that, and I’m standing there, the dog circling around us, and I’m blanking.

He gives me a hint, saying, “J.C.”, and I’m thinking to myself, “Julius Caesar said that?” And he meant Jesus Christ. Jesus! And now with a slight shift into The Big Lebowski: “You said it, man!”