bootsie was quite a character.
everybody loved bootsie.
well. almost everybody.
a lot of people, let’s leave it at that.
people would shout, hey bootsie, when bootsie walked down the street.
some people would.
the kind of people who shout on the street.
most of them, a lot of them, would shout hey, bootsie at bootsie.
they don’t make them like bootsie any more.
bootsie was one of a kind.
the kind they tell stories about.
long after they are gone.
for a while after they are gone.
some people still remember bootsie.
and tell the old stories.
mostly the old stories, but sometimes new ones, too.
which is kind of strange, when you stop and think about it.
and makes you wonder.
the people who tell the stories, old and new, they will be gone themselves pretty soon.
and maybe stories will be told about them.
but not as many.
not as many as about bootsie.
because bootsie was one of a kind.
they broke the mold when they made bootsie.
you can take that to the bank.
good old bootsie.
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