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  • Short Order is a 2005 Irish drama film written and directed by Anthony Byrne. It was released in Ireland on 1 March, 2005. It was later released as Life Is a Buffet in the United States on 16 May, 2008.

  • (Short Orders) Short Orders is a 1923 film starring Stan Laurel.

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  • An order or dish of food that can be quickly prepared and served

  • someone who cooks food

  • Heat food and cause it to thicken and reduce in volume

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  • English navigator who claimed the east coast of Australia for Britain and discovered several Pacific islands (1728-1779)

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  • prepare a hot meal; "My husband doesn't cook"

  • Steven (Paul) (1955–), US computer entrepreneur. He set up the Apple computer company in 1976 with Steve Wozniak and served as chairman until 1985, returning in 1997 as CEO. He is also the former CEO of the Pixar animation studio

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Short Order

Short Order

SHORT ORDER tells a story so vibrantly sumptuous each still could be served as its own meal. Amidst the quaint Parisian street night, Fifi Koko (Emma de Caunes) runs a petty short order diner. Although her name is famous in chef circles she has placed her uncanny culinary skills on the backburner as she falls prey to an existential quagmire that fears her talent shall not overcome the expectations her reputation has sown. The late hours play out as Fifi must face her talent and unrequited love for a friend, while a collective stream of colorful creatures of the night make through Fifi s consciousness to feed her with temptation, insight, and humor on the path of her life-defining decision.

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Miami Beach - March 19, 2011

Knowing full well where the beach was, I asked the man in the wheelchair, "Is the beach down that way?" He told me it was at the end of the block and said, "You look like a pleasant sort of guy". I replied, "I am".

Ronny is from Roanoke, Virginia. He is going through a bad time. He said he didn't understand how people could give money to someone on the street for alcohol and not give him anything for food. I told him I would help him out. He had been a short order cook in Virginia. I told him that in the early 90's I used to fly into Roanoke and drive to West Virginia to do conventions at the Greenbrier in White Sulphur Springs. "Do you know where that is?" I asked. "Oh yeah" he said, "I cooked there for two years. That sure is an espensive place." I agreed, but told him I was lucky because someone else paid my way.

Ronny's left leg was amputated below the knee. He had taken a job doing cleanup in New Orleans after hurricane Katrina and said that he stepped on a nail one day. Two days later his leg looked "like a rainbow" according to Ronny. "It got gangrene and they had to cut it off."

I asked him how come he was living on the street. "My wife left me and took all my money. Cleaned me out. The worse thing is, I don't know where she is. I don't really hate her. I don't hold no grudge or anything. I'd just like to see her so she could tell me why she left. She just left, no explanation. Took all my money outta the bank." I commiserated and agreed that it was always hard to forget about the one who got away. That she took his money was a real pisser.

I told him I wanted to take some shots of him with the people passing by and he said okay. At one point he flagged down a young girl and said, "Let him take my picture with you okay?. She said she was late for work but we persisted and she posed along side him. He was pleased and I told him he picked a real cutie.

Knowing that he probably was, I asked him if he was a god fearing man? He said he was. "So what do you think of all these natural disasters the past couple years...tsunami in Indonesia...earthquakes in Haiti, New Zealand, Japan?" Ronny replied that it was the Book of Revelations coming to pass. He quoted a few bible references to corroborate his reply. I told him that I was not really religious but was open minded enough to consider any possibility. Ronny is a big man and I expect was not easy for him to depend on other prople to get by. Yet in spite of his situation, he was not bitter and had a fairly positive outlook which I attributed to his faith.

His bedroll was alongside his wheelchair and I noticed a nasty sandspur stuck in his right sleeve. I asked if the cops hassled him about sleeping on the beach. He said no. But it was hard to find a place to stay when it was raining. There was an abandoned hotel nearby that a black man owned and the man let Ronny stay there when it rained. He was hoping that if he could find his wife and get some of his money back he could get a room somewhere. But neither of us thought that was likely to happen, especially since someone stole his cell phone. I wanted to ask him about the ugly scabs on his good leg...whether people took advantage of him because he was handicapped and homeless. But I decided that I didn't want to know.

I gave him four bucks, shook his hand and wished him a good day. "God bless ya' Ronny" I said as I walked away.

running up doyers street

running up doyers street

new york, 2008

By Pat Lawlor

Sometimes I think it's a lowdown shame
the way I try to hang in this rough, crazy game
My body is aching, my hands and feet are sore.
And I'm getting really tired of pulling myself up off the floor
It all started as a tribute to a friend
But since I won my belt I've been knocked down and down again.

My training, now that's a thing of the past
And if I might go running its not too far and never too fast
I had good fights, like that one in Reno
A good solid win, and then drinks with McGravey and Citrino.

I built a pretty good resume, a kid from the street
Benitez and Duran were two of the big names I beat
At least their the ones I most like to boast and brag,
better than my losses to Norris and Camacho, that fag
I've been up and down and up again and I know my sport through and through.
It's not run by Don King like everybody thinks It's run by his rival, Bob Arum, a real cheap screw
I'm at the point of my career where I'm dealing with pimps, another one of their whores.
Taking fights on short notice and picking myself off of different arena floors

Who will it be tonight? another young undefeated kid, I go one, maybe two rounds, then BAM -across the apron I skid
It's not like I've been training and have a legitimate chance to win it

When the usher opens the door and yells "LAWLOR YOU'R UP" I just say to the others "BE BACK IN A MINUTE"

It's the fast money that attracts me, and the traveling's fun too I mean quick cash and a trip to another country.....

I think most people would take it, don't you ??
The times I miss the most are the days with Al and Tom
Citrano would always get me riled up, McGarvey would always keep me calm.
McCarvey was my manager, a good old Irish gent
and all those big fights I had, he never took one red cent

Citrano was my trainer and my Buddy and my Pal
Although his birth certificate called him Amadeo everybody else just called him Al.
It was a pretty good team we made back then
More memories than I could possibly write down with this pen
But Tom has since retired and Al has passed away
Now the trainer I had last fight wont be the one I have today

They are usually people that just work for the show
I just show up to collect my quick dough.
One of these trips, however, completely changed my life
I went down to Panama to fight Roberto Duran and came back home with a Wife.

Not the smartest thing to do, being homeless myself
Better to get a good solid job and put the boxing career on the shelf.
But I'm trying like hell to get her here, so I'm working on a fast money making pace.
I think this fight should do it, enough money to get me a pad
The best birthday present for my daughter Sarah who has every reason in the world to be mad.

Soon it will be all done
my career, the traveling, this so-called fun
I could have been a warehouse worker or a cook on short order.
But I became a local boxing hero, due to my friend Merlin Porter
It was a goal I had set, a tribute to his name
Never did I think it would bring me such fame.
That's all I wanted, was a belt for my Pal
Though I'd like to win one more for McGarvey and Al
Once I've done that I think I could close the door.....
that's all there is, there just ain't no more


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Short Order - A Collection of Speculative Fiction and Science Fiction Short Stories

An affecting, thought provoking collection of five speculative fiction and science fiction short stories. R. A. Scrittore is the author of several short works that have been featured on One of these, The Greater Plan, was nominated for Story of the Month in June 2010 and is featured in this anthology.

An affecting, thought provoking collection of five speculative fiction and science fiction short stories. R. A. Scrittore is the author of several short works that have been featured on One of these, The Greater Plan, was nominated for Story of the Month in June 2010 and is featured in this anthology.

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