[PJ-Comix]

Paging franksolich! See my post above. Hee! Hee!

[PJ-Comix]

A few years ago, the owner of the local Swap Shop here had a dispute with the off duty Broward Sheriffs Dept. officers who were doing security at the Swap Shop and he fired all of them. Days later, a Broward Sheriffs car pulled him over on the road, arrested him, and had him tossed in jail.

Say goodnight, Will.

[franksolich]

Actually, I have a story to match the Bostonian Drunkard’s.

Not that franksolich has ever been a rude driver, no way.

The very first time I ever visited Boston—I went there to see college friends, who were convinced I “needed” to meet some book agents and publishers, as they assumed I had talent in that direction—one day during that two-week visit, I watched open-mouthed and appalled, as an ambulance and two fire-trucks were trying to get through traffic.

Their lights and sirens were on, and it was obvious whatever it was, was urgent.....yet no one gave them the right-of-way, as if their own errands were just as important, if not more so, that that of these emergency vehicles.

No one gave way to them.

I was stunned.

In some parts of this country, not giving way to police, fire, or medical vehicles usually is grounds for justifiable homicide, a reaction with which I agree. Or at least justifiable cause to have one’s tires shot out.

I’ve always wondered if the skumbag primitive, the “IanDavid” primitive from Skins’s island, wasn’t one of those rude drivers, as I recall seeing a couple of sedans with more bumper-stickers than paint on them, that weren’t budging an inch.

And being that way is the skumbag primitive’s way to be.

Well, I went back to Boston five more times, but after seeing that the first time, I became enured to rude drivers (in Boston).

It’s sort of like with Skins’s island; when one first goes there, one’s shocked and dismayed by the obscenities, but then one gets used to boorish language and behavior.....