When Harry Met Izzy

Harry: So Izzy, what's it like being the mascot of the Olympics?

Izzy: I'm exstatic! I have the honor of spreading Olympic joy to everybody! (Spunky little guy)

Harry: That's great. But do you get any cool perks for being the mascot like free pickles?

Izzy: The only perk I need is knowing that I've spread Olympic cheer to all! (Hmmm, maybe a little to happy)

Harry: How neat. Anyways, I have to ask...what exactly are you supposed to be?

Izzy: Why I can transform into anything! But mainly I like to be an Ambassador of Goodwill, Athleticism, and Peace! (Is it normal to be this peppy? Kinda reminds me of Mary Lou Retton. Time to ask the tough questions)

Harry: So you can turn into anything? Then perhaps you'd like to become a pickle? That is unless you already are one!

Izzy: Err, umm. (I got him now!)

Harry: Why yes Izzy, it seems I did a little research of your family tree, and came up with this picture of your father!

Harry: Looks strikingly similar to a fine kosher dill if I may say so, and I definitely can identify with a pickle! What have you got to say for yourself?

Izzy: OK, it's all true! My father was a kosher dill! The Olympics made me swear not to tell anybody, but I can't hide it any longer! I'm proud of my pickle heritage and no one can stop me from saying so! (Now we're cookin')

Harry: Good Izzy, let it all out.

Izzy: You're right! I'm not spreading Olympic cheer anymore! From now on I'll parade through Atlanta spreading the word of the fantastic pickle! People must know the truth!!! Thank you Harry for everything!

Harry: My pleasure Izz-man.


Well, the pickle at work once again. Izzy wasn't such a bad guy after he got rid of his shell. We ended up getting together again later in the week to enjoy some gherkins and bread and butters at a great downtown deli and he had definitely changed for the better. So if you see Izzy be sure to support his pickle heritage, I know he'll make a fine dill some day.