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"Rudy, what have you got?"
"I've got nothing, Henry."
"Me, I got my health."
"Where'd you get it?"
"I got it in a Ziploc bag."
"You got it with you?"
"Hell no, I gotta keep it
in the refrigerator."
"Why do you keep it there?"
"Because that is the law."
"I never heard of such a law."
"Of course, you haven't:
I created that law!"
"But you aren't a lawyer."
"Neither am I a doctor but
I create my own laws to live by
and I decide what meds I need
to keep healthy."
"What meds do you take?"
"Absolutely none except for
an occasional aspirin and
a lot of Vicks Vap-o-Rub."
"Most people take their health
with them, wherever they go.
They don't leave their health
in the refrigerator or anywhere else."
"I refuse to take my health with me!
"Tell me why, Henry."
"If I had my health with me,
I'd always think about it.
Then I'd always find something
wrong with it and spend half my time
with doctors and the other half,
being doped up."
"Henry, can you spare me
one of those Ziploc bags?"
"Sure thing, Rudy.
What color zipper do you want?"
"Brown, to match my eyes."
"Me, I change colors every week?"
"Why?"
"Just to hear my grandchildren say
Pop-Pop's got a brand new bag."
TO BE CONTINUED
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Footnote
RUDY AND HENRY:
OCTOGENARIANS ON A PARK BENCH
is the copyrighted property of LCSoL
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