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August 16, 2005

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Card

I have been drinking this for years. I hate to differ with you, but it is not called a Clamonza (wasn't that some sort of Chevrolet?), it's called a Bloody Dick.

Quicquid

Y'all keep the Clamato, I'll eat the clams. I make a mean clam chowder (New England style, of course).

Card's wife

I love the dilly beans.

Mrs. Peperium

It's Clamonza. But do you use celery salt or Old Bay?

QQ, I enjoy New England, Manhattan, Rhode Island and Newport Clam Chowder. Mr. P will eat all of those because chowder is mentioned so frequently in Moby Dick.

He is particularly fond of both parsnip chowder and corn but will not tolerate fish chowder. Out of all the chowders, fish is my least favorite.

Steve M.

Like Tom Hagen, I always thought it would be Clemenza.

Mrs. Peperium

It probably is. You know I am not the writer or the speller in our family. Isn't that great news about young Cusack. My advice was to soak up everything. I thought about adding including the Pimm's but then realized I didn't need to.

Mrs. Peperium

Mr. P says it is Clamenza. In my defense I had spelled it correctly for the recipe.

By the way Card's wife, since when did you take up residence in Daniel Patrick Moynihan's America? How does you husband keep up with you?

Steve M.

Does this mean that Mr. P is cappo di regime Clamenza? Great news about The New Cusackian. Some day, people may be talking about Andrew Cusack's America, where we should all move for our Golden Years.

Quicquid

Mr. Cusack doesn't like white wine. That would not be an America where I would wish to spend my Golden Years, as they would by definition be maroon and leathery like an old and tired Cabernet. But the man is young, and there is yet hope for a change of heart. In my youth I wouldn't drink white wine either.

As best I can tell, Newport and Rhode Island versions of clam chowder are minor variations on the New England theme. Please correct me if I'm wrong. Not that you would hesitate thereto.

Quicquid

Wait--I've got it--"La Clamenza di Tito"--a Roman emperor decides to pardon a couple of Midwestern hooligans because they invent a scrumptious cocktail. Sheer operatic genius. Tasty, too.

Andrew Cusack

Trust Mr. P to go and catch clamenza! Mrs. P, I swear Steve M. and I tried to keep him away from the native girls but Manhattan island is a wild place. The bongo-bongo drums must have enchanted him.

Andrew Cusack

Speaking of Hagens, Steve, what ever happened to Uta Hagen?

Card

I can tell you what happened to Walter Hagen.

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