Nutter Butters Et Al

To quote Sophia Petrillo, "Picture it: Sicily 1922..." Just kidding. Picture it: "Larkspur, California July 1970... I have been signed in to Marin General Hospital a day ahead of having oral surgery to remove my impacted wisdom teeth. Unfortunately for the staff there, this directly clashed with my previous plans to see the Grateful Dead at Pepperland (or maybe they were calling it Euphoria then, I don't remember and I don't really care) in San Rafael. There was no way in hell I was missing that show, so my good friend, Jeannie Harvey, came over to visit me, brought me some clothes, I got dressed and we went out for awhile. OK. For most of the night. We did go to the Dead show, as did Janis Joplin, and it was one of those nights she sat in with Pig Pen. I seem to remember that David Crosby also crashed into that gig but I could be confused (I was, you see, heavily medicated). Anyway, after the show, we stopped off at the local Mayfair Market (it was an all night market in San Rafael) and bought some Nutter Butter peanut butter cookies, you know the ones that look sort of like Hershey bars (the ones with the waffle like tabs to break them apart into sections) in terms of form. Anyway, I snuck back in to the hospital where nobody seemed to have noticed I had gone missing for the evening and ate the cookies in spite of instructions to not eat anything after 8 PM. Oh, what did those losers know?

Next morning, they hauled my sorry ass in to the operating room and removed the teeth. I woke up retching my guts out from the bad combination of anesthesia and cookies. Just another one of life's lessons learned the hard way and I had quite forgotten it until today...

Deb and I were in Mollie Stone's and she pointed out a package of nutter butters, the originals as opposed to the stupid peanut shaped ones. And that is why I have brought this up after 39.5 years. Wow. I DO need a life."