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As I walked into the kitchen, giddy with this enormous joke, my wife
said, "Guy and Em are flying up for dinner. That rocket of Guy's they
launched in the desert yesterday was a success. It pulled Guy up to
Cloud Nine and he wants to celebrate."
I danced a little jig the way old Nijinsky might do it. "Oh, great!
Oh, wonderful! Good old Guy! Everybody's a success. It's great. It's
wonderful. Success on success!"
I danced into the kitchen table and tipped over a basket of green corn.
The maid promptly left the kitchen for some other place.