Marvin was surrounded by a sea of reporters.

Marvin was surrounded by a sea of reporters. "Please Mr. Matador, tell us what was the inspiration for your new song? Come to me was moving to us all." "Well there was a sandwich I

ordered when I was a wee little boy. It was the greatest sandwich of all time. Ever since that moment, I have never found its equal. And so I searched high and low for another

one like that. Many sadwiches were good but not as quite as good at that one. Why couldn´t I remember how it went did I put ham in it, or was it jam?did it have pickles I didn´t

like pickles. Or did I? Mustard? Onions? I tried to concentrate & started from scratch: 2 slices of sourdough, a slab of... I went blank. My sandwich amnesia was probably caused by

my flashbacks working undercover for the CIA (Culinary Institute of America.) I was a sleeper agent. I could make a sandwich on the spot, but only if I heard my trigger word

"Hefeweizen." Flash forward ten years - I'm deep undercover in Portland. Flannel? Check. Shorts? CHeck? Massive beard? Check. The Culinary Institute of America (CIA) dossier said

portions must match the style, and I instantly regretted my skinny jeans. To the unsuspecting public, I inspected the food carts at Pioneer Courthouse Square, but the real job

I was hired for was to be a trendsetter. For instance, see this dead cat that I had my driver stop and pick up for me. If I start wearing it as an earring before long dead cat is a

Mere bounce in the stock market. I looked around for clues. And took notes. Plasticene flowers with looking glass eyes were taking notice of me when the air raid siren sounded.

They seemed to almost wilt at the sound, demanding of my in organic tongue that I solve their mystery. To no avail, the siren rang to fruition, ending with utter silence. No more.