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on its covers. Why not the surgeon general? Cigars, of

course, are made of trail mix, of crushed cashews and

Granola and raisins, soaked in maple syrup and dried

in the sun. Why not eat one tonight at bedtime?

Firearms are also good for you. Ask Charlton

Heston, who once played Moses. Gunpowder has zero

fat and zero cholesterol. That goes for dumdums, too.

Ask your senator or senatrix or congressperson if

guns, like cigars, aren't good for you.




My late Uncle Alex Vonnegut, my father's kid brother,

a Harvard-educated life insurance agent in Indianapolis

who was well read and wise, was a humanist like all the

rest of the family. What Uncle Alex found particularly


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objectionable about human beings in general was that
they so seldom noticed it when they were happy.
He himself did his best to acknowledge it when

times were sweet. We could be drinking lemonade in
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the shade of an apple tree in the summertime, and
Uncle Alex would interrupt the conversation to say, "If

this isn't nice, what is?"
I myself say that out loud at times of easy, natural
bliss: "If this isn't nice, what is?" Perhaps others can
also make use of that heirloom from Uncle Alex. I find

it really cheers me up to keep score out loud that way.