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Easy Street I do too understand suffering... I wasn't tapped by Chi Omega. --First Wife I would think of myself as a fortunate young man--quite fortunate-- if I were a young man. --MF It would be a mistake to think that this poem is about suffering or, on the other hand, that it offers another variation on the joke-- the one you might remember if you learned about being poor before you took sociology otherwise, would tend to forget: If I had some ham I'd have a ham sandwich if I had some bread. I have ham: Westphalian, prosciutto, Smithfield and the increasingly wise choice 95% lean. And bread: rye, pumpernickel, baguettes (though frozen). And several varieties of mustard. I checked; minimized the word processing window walked across the study, down the stairs, cut back across the lower floor and looked straight into the refrigerator. I could have buzzed on the intercom for my wife--the current one who makes up so much of the reason I feel fortunate more than a little of the reason I no longer think of myself as young, her.
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