Just a few little dittys found on the wall-to-wall betweixt Errn and Adumb

Errn:

So remember that one time, in the 70s, if memory serves me well, when you owned that little pawn shop in downtown Boston, and I came up to visit after they gave me parole, because your dog was still under house arrest, and we went out to dinner at that theme restaurant with the mermaids and pirates? But then, you swore you saw JFK in the men's room, and you wanted me to go see, but I couldn't because of that whole eye patch thing at that time, so you took a photo but had your thumb over the lens so I couldn't tell if it actually was him?

yeah, those were good times.

Adumb:

Your memory doesn't quite serve you correctly. It wasn't JFK, rather it was Nikita Khrushchev. It was also mighty hard trying to put my thumb over the lens instead of another digit, but I think it worked. It was Nikita's idea, really....and it was 1971 specifically. That was your second parole as I recall; I am so glad you stopped smuggling gummy bears and horchata across the Canadian-Idahoan border. You were busted so many times. ¡Qué bien que te hayas arrepentido, 'mana!

Errn:

Oh, but of course. How could i forget?
At least the gummy bear smuggling was a step down from the buttercream smuggling that I orchestrated in the 1937 while we were living in Montana. Those Alaskans are just so dang addicted to their buttercream. Great customers, great customers. I believe at that time you were teaching ballroom dancing to senior citizens on Thursday nights at the local YMCA, though that was just a cover up for the somewhat illegal wig shop you were running out of the back of your car.

Adumb:

Indeed, the best buttercream customers were always found in Alaska. I remember well the day when I shut down the wig shop of questionable legality when I discovered I was deathly allergic to purple wigs. Like-ta died, I did.

Errn:

Mm. Them was hard times. Look how far we've come, thanks to brave souls like Bob Dole and Walter Cronkite who got us where we are today.