I met Mrs. Butterworth when she entered my brother-in-law's booth at a flea market last summer. She could sence that we were a bit star struck and put us at ease with light humor and conversation. A lovely woman, at once gregarious and demure. Her friend Jonathan was a different story; a brooding fellow attracted to the military items, specifically a WWII German bayonet. At one point he interrupted The Mrs. with a rant on the virtues of violence and proceded to demonstrate how he could disable an attacker with two strokes of his walking stick.
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- steve 1-29-2003 9:20 pm