Fred Koller's driver is sweating his way through Joisey, N'Yawk, Lon Guyland, etc. as we e-speak. He'll proabably flip the rig and turn JENECQA into a freakin' Daimler! Hope not! Seriously, your former and my present BUTTler will therefore arrive in the rarin' metropolis of Cataumet, MA sometime in the morrow (Thursday)! Just in time for another 1/2 of snow and more sub-20 temperatures F!
H-m-m-m-m-mm. Not to worry, though, I'm building the Red Road Rocket its own 8x16 "garage"---sans building permit. Hey, you're a lawyuh---you can handle that stuff! When the Town of Bourne descends upon me wee hoos with tape-measure, bean-counters, cops (and robbers) and tax-assessor, I'll just turf 'em out to you!
You may not be Richard Gere (lucky you) but you can emulaate his PEERLESS song-and-dance paean to obfuscation (in "CHICAGO").
I was contemplating doing a combination of Hal Copple and Mad-boy Dunn---sort of a running commentary on my attempts to hook up the horn button (Massachusetts requires one). Better yet, VIDEO. I will send you some as soon as it (the car) arrives and the roads clear. While still in Californica, my oldest, bestest friend, did a "Pet Detective" shot of JENECQA giving birth to her third owner! We also trolled State St. in S/B. NOW I know why you teach at a college!!!!
Please do not herniate, re the other tires and rims---just shoot 'em out (with that smogger!) in a timely fashion.
Send Buddy---we're gonna go sail-skating* this afternoon---wind's over 30! Certain death!
Chow,
*entire assemblage, including human with
antifreeze (Mount Queer and Diet Coke beat Freezone any day) usually exceeds wind speed by 35-50%---as I said, certain death. One guy even kept up with a DN ice-boat---until...well, that's another story. Since you're my (equivalent) ___-pound Samoan attorney, should I join the fun? (57, arthritic, slightly post-anorecsic, zero brain-weight?)?