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Once, when I was sixteen years old, I made Paul Newman's sandwich at a deli in Westport.
September 28, 2008 at 06:13 PM in Temporary, Like Achilles | Permalink
What kind of sammich did he order?
September 29, 2008 at 03:19 PM
You know, Cookie, I could lie to you and just say anything, since the only person who could prove me wrong is no longer with us.
But I have too much respect for Paul, and so I'm not going to do that.
After all this time, I can't remember.
But I bet he did. I bet he was thinking about that sandwich right at the end. And I bet it made his passing that much easier.
That's what kind of sandwich he ordered, Cookie. That's what kind of sandwich I made him.
The kind you never forget.
Unless you made it.
September 29, 2008 at 08:12 PM
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