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A Relevant Excerpt from "The Snarkout Boys and the Avocado of
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Death", by Daniel Manus Pinkwater.
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"Walter! Come see what I've got!" said my father.
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What he had was an avocado. Whenever he brings one home, which is
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fairly often, he makes a big fuss about it.
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"Looky, Walter, an avocado! What do you think of it?" My father
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is the only person I know who says "looky!" He also says "lookit!"
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What I think of avocados is this: On principle, I do not eat
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green, slimy things, My mother doesn't eat them either. She says
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she doesn't like the taste of avocado. That's good enough for me.
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If there's any question at all about the taste, I'm leaving those
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suckers alone.
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My father loves them. Every time he brings one home, he acts like
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it's a three-hundred-pound sailfish he's caught singlehanded, or an
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elk he brought down with a bow and arrow.
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He's really enthusiastic about avocados. He skins them and digs
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out that oversized, stupid-looking pit, and then mashes up the slimy
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green part with a fork. Then he puts lemon juice and vinegar, salt
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and pepper, and powdered garlic and paprika on it. Of you have to go
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to all that trouble to disguise the flavor, why bother, I say.
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Then he makes a speech about it. "My goodness, this is one fine
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avocado," he says. "You have to know how to choose them. You have
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to look for the ones that are black and blasted looking. The pretty
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green ones aren't fit to eat. The funny thing is that they reduce
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the price of the really scrumptious ones just because they're ugly.
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I guess they want to sell them before they rot completely."
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My father isn't a bad guy, in my opinion. There are just a few
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subjects, like avocados, on which he's irrational.
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My mother had found another tuna-casserole recipe. This is
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something of a hobby with her. She's constantly finding these
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recipes in women's magazines. She tries another one at least once a
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week. They all taste like tuna fish. Usually the have things in
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them you wouldn't expect to eat with tuna fish - like grapes, hot-
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pickle slices, fried Chinese noodles.
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"I hope you will appreciate this, kiddo," my mother says, "seeing
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that your mother took a healthy slice out of her finger whilst
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chopping up the ingredients." She usually manages to injure herself
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at least once while preparing a meal. She has a Band-Aid on her
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finger.
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"Eat up, champ," she says. "It's American." My mother has an
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idea that tuna caught in Japanese waters is tainted with
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radioactivity, so she always shops for brands canned within the
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continental United States. Even Canadian brands are out. "They're
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too chummy with the Commonists," she says. She calls Communists
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"Commonists."
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If you were blind, or only knew my mother from talking with her on
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the telephone, you'd probably think she was about six feet tall...and
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maybe two hundred and fifty pounds in weight. It's her voice, and
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the way she talks. She sounds like she ought to be a big, slow-
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moving person, maybe a little sloppy. Actually, she's small and
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nervous, always well dressed, and a chain smoker. Once my father and
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I have started eating our meal, she brings a little ashtray to the
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table and puffs a cigarette between bites of food. This is far more
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disgusting than avocado eating. If I can possibly get out of it, I
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try not to have meals with my parents. I've complained to them about
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various nauseating things they do, but it doesn't do any good.
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"Everybody has a family," my mother says. I don't know what that
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means.
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Our apartment is new. We are the first people ever to live in it.
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When we first moved into the building, it wasn't quite finished. The
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whole place smelled of paint, and there was brown paper on the floors
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in the elevator and the hallways. In those days, we had to take our
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shoes off outside the the apartment door so we wouldn't track plaster
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dust onto the carpet.
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Come to think of it, I've never walked on the floor in our living
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room. There are those clear plastic runners my mother put down,
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making a kind of path through the living room to the dining alcove.
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The furniture has plastic covers, too. My mother says that when you
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decorate with light colors, you have to be careful. Nobody ever sits
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in the living room, except when my parents have company - and then it
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has to be company wearing suits and ties, and fancy dresses. When
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they expect company like that, my father puts on a suit and tie, and
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my mother puts on a fancy dress and rolls up the plastic runners, and
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the all sit in the living room. I get called in to be introduced to
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the company. I always stand at the edge of the living-room carpet.
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The company says, "I understand you're a fine young man," or, "He
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looks like a football player. Are you a football player?" I'm at
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least a foot too short to be a football player. Besides which, I
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hate football.
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"Yes," I say, "I'm a football player." This happens -having
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company in the living room - about twice a year. The rest of the
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time, nobody sits there.
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When regular people - relatives and such - come over, everybody
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sits in the den. The den has a linoleum floor. Sometimes my father
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sits around in his undershirt. When he's feeling funny, he gets
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Nosferatu, my parakeet, and gets him to sit on his head. Apparently,
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Nosferatu likes him. He'll sit on my father's head for an hour.
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-=End
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-=Typed in by Mr. Pez for about an hour.
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Want to call the Perfect World? 914-666-3997?
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Or the Works? 914-238-8195?
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She says
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she doesn't like the taste of avocado. That's good enough for me.
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If there's any question at all about the taste, I'm leaving those
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suckers alone.
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My father loves them. Every time he brings one home, he acts like
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it's a three-hundred-pound sailfish he's caught singlehanded, or an
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elk he brought down with a bow and arrow.
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He's really enthusiastic about avocados. He skins them and digs
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out that oversized, stupid-looking pit, |