The Caption: The Manhattan Project
The man in the gray flannel suit and power tie is striding
along Madison Avenue in midtown Manhattan on his way to facilitate a merger of
Fortune 500 companies (a meeting which will include two senators, a congressman
and a disgraced lobbyist), having left his endangered species leather briefcase
in the back seat of the taxi after dropping off his female companion at Saks
with two thousand dollars –-twenty crisp one-hundred dollar bills— to buy
herself something pretty and, yes, he wears contacts not glasses which improves
his peripheral vision, making evident the sun glinting off the tops of row
after row of muskmelons at the weekly farmer’s market, the reflection setting a
spark in his left brain signaling he has forgotten his briefcase and doesn’t
remember the name of the taxi company or his lady friend since he paid them
both with cash and has no immediate further use for either, nor for muskmelons.
Brief
Bio: Gene McCormick has a few red power ties lying around from his big
business days, but prefers watermelon to muskmelon, and wonders who the
hell doesn't.
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