twelveGeorge Zumpo stepped into Livpreet’s Corner Grocery and Livpreet put his big wide-receiver hands together and made a little half bow. “Go ‘Niners,” he said.
Zumpo made a little half bow in return saying, “Gene Washington is my savior.” He glanced at the shelves behind Livpreet looking for Wild Irish Rose which, recently, had been fortified with ginseng to give the consumer energy. But there was none.
Livpreet apologized. “‘If I knew you was comin’, I’d have baked a cake.’”
Instead of Wild Irish Rose, Zumpo bought Cisco Red, which was made from anti-freeze and Robitussin. He had heard that Cisco Red made Mexicans go nutsy-crazy, but he’d never heard of it harming a Wa-She-Shu Numu Siciliano. Except once, when he was camped on the concrete banks of the L.A. River, he hallucinated th
