ITEM FIFTEEN: The Pewter Platter. So maligned is the pewter platter that it garners no more than a dollar from the church sale. Let me say though, in the defense of this base metal, that pewter has a quality overlooked by snobs seeking shiny, pretty things, rather than the underbelly slag-filled late night sandwiches of kings. Ugly as it is, the Elvis Sandwich, with the triumvirate of bacon, peanut butter and banana fried in bacon grease, adds a convert with every bite. Today, the king reigns in another, holding high my new pewter platter in the early evening in Old Town, Albuquerque, New Mexico.
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