My C.P.A., before he
dropped dead in King
Soopers during tax season,
looked at my baby, and said,
“Ragnarok!” He wasn’t from
Iceland, but, he might as well
could have been. When I used
to see him about taxes (he used
to be an auditor for the Canadian
Government) we would just look
at each other, laugh a lot, I’d sign
some paper, give him a hug,
and leave.
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