I'm just shrieking around Woods Hole Mass (loaded with yogurt-eaters, sandalistas and other truly heinous vestiges of the 60's. LOTSO Navy contract money at WHOI, but you'd never know it looking at the Lefties on every corner. It was at one of these junctures that I sat idling in Jamo's red beastie. I was approached...mind you......approached by some afghan-bedecked harpy whose hair looked like it was done at a macrame-and-acid party. She had the apparent need to cross the other lane and lean down towards me in order to hurl some invective, nno doubt engendered by my peerless mount.
She bellowed: "I bet you couldn't get lucky with THIS any more than you could without it!" I said right back to her: "I bet you couldn't get lucky in Walpole (local prison) with a handful of pardons!" She was about to say something in hopeless retort when Gawd gave me 10 car-lengths in which to expend some more BFG rubber. I blasted home, finished some chores, scarfed the evening meal and settled in for back-to-back "Man Shows"---the first of wh/ featured The TWINS playing strip B-ball...another perfect day in balmy New England...thanks, Jamo...
