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Morris Graves used to have an old Ford
in Seattle. He had
removed all the seats and put in
a table and chairs so that
the car was like a small furnished
room with books, a vase
with flowers and so forth.
One day he
drove up to a luncheonette,
parked, opened the
door on the street side,
unrolled a red carpet across
the sidewalk. Then
he walked on the carpet,
went in, and
ordered a hamburger.
Meanwhile a crowd gathered,
expecting something strange
to happen.
However, all Graves did
was eat the hamburger,
pay his bill, get
back in the car, roll up the
carpet, and drive off.
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