March 9, 2024
“What are you doing Eddy? Are you taking a photo of the meatloaf and house salad with Dorothy Lynch dressing?” Live Local asked.
It was 2063 and Wichita By E.B., Live Local and yours truly, The Kansas Gastronomist were residents of the local care home for Foodies. Fert The Foodie wasn’t there because he had started one of those newfangled diets where you don’t have to go into care homes.
We were in the cafeteria.
“Yeah, Live Local. I’ve got to create content — no less than 74-posts per day!!!” E.B. snapped. “I’m also working on Dinner Series VIIICCXLIII (8,243),” he continued. I rolled my eyes.
“Say, TKG, want to maybe hang out after our naps before the early bird dinner at 4 o’clock, and play Bingo or something?” Live Local asked with a pitiful look of hope in his eyes. I had no desire to do anything with Live Local. He’d been cheating at games for forty years and I knew nothing would change.
“Shut up Live Local. Don’t want nothing to do with nothing about your shenanigans. I’ve told you that 1,000 times!!” I shouted as I rolled to my room.
THE END.
P.S. A lot of you have asked what Live Local will look like in 2063. Here’s a current photo of him so that you can run the photo through AI stuff to figure it out.
— TKG
