this is Ken Korell's klingon brother...
you don't know what that means—and there is no reason you should unless you are familiar with the Thursday Night Stoop...if you were an insomniac in the late 80's early 90's, you might recognize Jay Kordich, the man featured on the cover of the above book pictured, as the Juiceman. More or less he cured himself of cancer in the 1930s by eating and juicing vegetable and fruits. He sold a juicer via late night infomercial and back in the days of Ur when I was recovering from scurvy, I asked for one for Christmas. One Thursday night in the middle of a stoop Dean Thrilla began a diatribe about how I would use the thing a few times and then never use it again, that it was a waste of money in my hands. I told him he was wrong and that I would be a juicer for life. Years later the juicer sat in the basement closet of my parents house. Idle. Thrilla was right...
my mom puts things "away." "Away" is some magical land that only she knows the path to. For many years either me or my brothers or father have been mystified by the whereabouts of this away. Last weekend my mom took a trip there and cleared it out for a cleaning—apparently even "away" can get cluttered. As I said hello after dropping her car off, (which she graciously allows me to use when available), she mentioned how she had found the juiceman juicer and asked me if I wanted to take it back with me. I declined, the years of storage took their toll leaving a thick film of grease and dust inside and outside of the once great appliance. I stopped by Friday to pick up the car for the weekend when I noticed the juicer, shiny and all brand new looking. It seems my mother took the thing to the proverbial cleaning-woodshed. So I brought it home, picked myself up some produce...
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