I’m tempted not to relay this story because of conservative legalists that may attack. But humor wins out. I worked rebuilding a house in Rockport 20 years ago for a very colorful conservative. He almost burned it down when he fell asleep while drinking and smoking a cigarette. The first scheduled day of work he called to say we couldn’t begin because his gun was lost somewhere in his house.
He was indeed finding alcohol somewhere in Rockport, a beautiful, ocean front American town.
An Irish name, perhaps?
“He was indeed finding alcohol somewhere in Rockport———”
Sure,in Gloucester!
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