Archived posting to the Leica Users Group, 1997/03/08

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Subject: Re: ought we to be told
From: Stark <astark@suffolk.lib.ny.us>
Date: Sat, 8 Mar 1997 16:41:03 -0500 (EST)

Spilled his orange juice on his lap I take it! now can you tell what
spitoon he threw that Contax in? I dont mind a little spitoon diving....
                                                                  Tony

On Sat, 8 Mar 1997, Robert Brummett wrote:

> >>Gosh Ben,
> >>An ex-stockbroker holed up in the mountains of Colorado with 11
> >>Kalishnikovs -- Do you know something the rest of  should know? No doubt the
> >>" artist"  was just a cover story.  8^)
> >>
> >In defense I have to explain that I inherited ALL 11 of them from an uncle
> >who we thought would one day take over a KMart or something. None of them
> >have ever been fired. It's really a very valuable collection in that I have
> >an example (up to 3) of every one imported to the US. The most unusual is
> >the Egyptian Maadi. All laminated wood, and as close to the Soviet AK as has
> >ever been built. I also have one from Finland. Very pretty.
> >
> >I suggest, however, that one calls ahead before showing up at my house late
> >at night. Between the doberman's and the arsenal it could get ugly.
> >
> >,/8^)
> 
> [The swinging door creaks open and the tall stranger comes into the bar,
> shielding the camera hanging around his neck as he does. He goes to the
> bar.]
> 
> BARFLY:         Well, lookee here what the cat done drug in! Whatcha call
> that piece of crap hanging off your neck, stranger?
> 
> STRANGER:       Why, friend, that's an M3 Leica with a 50mm f/2 Summicron.
> 
> BARFLY:         Sheeee-it! You call that a camera. Lookee here at my Contax
> and drool, pilgrim!
> 
> [The Stranger ignores the taunt and sips his orange juice.]
> 
> BARFLY:         What might be your name, stranger?
> 
> STRANGER:       I used to be known as Ben.
> 
> BARFLY:         Uhhhh, not "The artist formerly known as Ben"?
> 
> STRANGER:       That's me.
> 
> BARFLY:         Well, uh, you wouldn't be related to that "Kalashnikov
> Holmes" hombre, would you?
> 
> STRANGER:       I'm the man.
> 
> BARFLY:         Listen, Mr. Ben, I don't know what got into me just now!
> Musta been the booze! I'm right sorry about that crack about that fine
> camera you're wearin.' This here Contax piece-a-poop cain't hold a candle
> to it! No sir! I'll just toss it here in the spitoon, see? Can I maybe buy
> you a drink, sir? Please?
> 
> [The tall stranger finishes his orange juice and leaves the bar without
> answering the trembling barfly standing there in his damp overalls.]
> 
>