(from the files) 548. a brief chat with jean shepherd

i asked, hey jean, how would you describe a cherry bomb?
and jean said, the cherry bomb. ah, what pristine geometric tensile beauty; a perfect orb, brilliant carmine red, packed chockablock with latent terror and destruction.

and i thought, boy, those aren't exactly the words that come to mind when i think about cherry bombs, but hey, that's why he's jean shepherd and i'm just bob.

so i ran out and bought a gross.