Calling a Spade a Spade. (Speaking, of Course, About the Standard Garden Implement.)

This is why I love reading Gerard Van Der Leun’s American Digest.

Read Ceci N’est Pas Une Bong and try not to crack a smile. Excerpt:

“These are bongs, Stephen,” I tell him. “Remarkable, over-the-top and utterly dedicated bongs. Lovingly hand-made by craftsmen; by der Elves of the Black Forest; by people who blow something other than glass from time to time. They of the caliber of craft a friend of mine once called “Ghengis Bong.”

“What’s a bong?” Stephen asks. This from a man who also has a teen-aged daughter.

Poetry. Pure poetry.