Thanks again for the morning news, baggy. As usual, your recap was, well, recapitated.
Manner notes from the peanut gallery: it is quite the thing to ban people from one’s funeral (timing is everything. One must let the ban-ees know in advance that they have been banned. Maximum burn time counts.) Why, I know someone who has hired grandchildren (paid in advance of course) to enforce the ban. But, No name ... well hell, he’s just a petty little pettifogger, doing petty little things. So he hasn’t changed. I suppose he’ll want a space in Arlington-i hope he gets one right next to a water fountain.
Your musical selections are just plain inspiring! I want one of those tin horses.
Ps- your application for the Pulitzer is under study. It seems they can’t contact you. I told you your 1-800 phone number was going to be trouble for you. So, tonite look up into the sky. When you see an illuminated huge Q shining up there, that’s the Pulitzer people. It means “pick up the phone”!
:: a space in Arlington-i hope he gets one right next to a water fountain ::
If I could, I’d set up a beer tent behind his cr*ss and as far away from the port-a-potty as possible.