Iced Tea and Pie

“I had a depressing thought the other day,” said Avery. He shook a packet of Splenda into his iced tea and eyed the waitress hungrily.

“You have depressing thoughts all the time. What’s unique about this one?”

“Well … you’re forty-eight and I’m fifty-one.”

“Wow. They can teach chimpanzees how to count.”

“What I’m getting at is this …”

“Yes?”

“The Kennedy assassination, for example. The examinations and studies that have been done over the decades …”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, you and me …?”

“You and me what?”

“Well, simply put, we will never live long enough to learn what really happened on 9/11,” Avery said flatly. “Do you want another piece of pie?”