Hey now! Sal Geez moved his "dog and pony"
show from the beaches of San O'snorefree, way up
north to South San Clemente. It seems there's
an annual reunion of has-been, or never were,
middle age surfboard riders, for the flimsey
July 4th fireworks display. All pier fireworks
fizzled badly, however, the more high-school
Buds they had, the display became big time
phsychadelic. But, Sal Geez saved the day. He
was attired in a red, white, and blue,
Independence Day sailor boy get up. Amid
the scrumptious veggie trays he pleaded for
undivided attention, and he sure got it.
DeadHead Jed reached in his cooler, brought
out a foot long "Dodger Dog", snapping it toward
Sal Geez. The foot-longer waffled through the
smoke filled evening air. Jumping up and down
like an unbridled Chihuahua, Sal Geez snapped
at the dog in mid air, but he swallowed it the
wrong way, it lodged in his throat sideways.
Sal unable to breath gave the international
distress sign. The Geez family recognized Sal
was unable to breath. Screwball shouted,
"Does any one have a defibulator?" Hell no,
they're all locked up on the beach. Sal Geez
turns blue. Everybody at the four reserved
Geez family tables, with all the screaming
Geez grand babies say "What shall we do
now?"

Written by Larry Coronary
BRUCE SAVAGE SAND ASSOCIATES